[Dmitri]

 It is late at night, their bed is half empty. A female is peacefully sleeping, while his side is empty. The sheet pushed all the way down as we see the outline of her nightie that is just barely covering her backside. Thunder can be heard coming from the outside as we see him sitting at the corner of the room. His pale skin shines bright in the flashing thunder, causing him to turn around to stare at the nature spectacle for a few seconds before turning back to look at her. Grabbing a bottle that is standing between his bare feet and drinks from the red that is inside of it.

His long hair is a mess, his beard looks like it hasn't been shaved for a long period of time. His eyes are bloodshed as he hasn't slept for a long time before rasping his voice as he coughs due to drinking too much from the liquid.

“Dmitri??”

He sees she has awoken, looking at him with a look of concern on her face as her voice sounds worried. He closes his eyes as tears start to flow, dark red tears as he turns his gaze away from her. Not wanting her to see him, foolishly of course as he knows that she will see anything he does. He hears her movement as he feels her arms wrapping around him and her warmth causes him to sigh of relief. Clearly needing this and yet for some reason..... felt ashamed...

“You ok??”

His arms reach out for her, somehow not his coordination is way off. His head is feeling heavy and his words slush from his mouth.

“God..., your drunk.....”

Yet she isn't mad at him, just concerned. No matter what he does, it seems that he can't do anything wrong. The two embrace each other for a few moments before she helps him back to their bed where she pushes him down on his back and kisses his chest. Sending chills down his body as he feels the heat radiate from her body. He sighs as he feels her sharp fangs rasp across his chest down towards his stomach. He grips the bed tightly and enjoys the sensation. His mind races wildly as he enjoys the feelings of love and desire, but the anger is controlling his mind when his eyes turn pitch black and his fangs grow large.... He is bending his back as his fists rips the sheets apart. His breathing is heavy as sweat is pouring from his body, causing Gothika to look up in worry as she kisses his forehead.

“Dmitri....”

His eyes slowly turn normal, as if the Red has left his body and he is finally thinking straight. Realizing what is going on as he grabs the woman he loves in his arms and starts to cry on her shoulders. She calmly carresses his sweaty back while kissing his shoulders.

“I didn't know what was coming over me Damia....”

The voice is raw, not like you would expect after drinking so much just a few moments ago. He is so lost since the Battle Royal match where the new world champion would be crowned. Again being slammed face first into reality that he is second best once more. Causing him to sigh as he grabs her face and kisses her cheeks.

“Maybe I'm just not good enough Damia...”

She remains silent, just staring at him as her eyes turn dark black. He doesn't know what he hates more, being unable to have succeed last week or the fact that he was hoping for her to comfort him but doesn't. Knowing what she will be saying he sighs...., turning his head downwards to the bed before she grabs him by the throat and pushes his face upwards to hers once more. He hasn't seen an angered face like that since the days of him being tortured by Ekaterina... memories race through his head as he is struggling to regain composure, feeling afraid of her as he tries to back off but fails.

“Is that it Dmitri? Are we going to play the role of being the victim once again?? So you lost...., you are still entitled to a title match against Harris... one on one Dmitri..., he isn't J2H..., so stop it!!”

“But...”

She stares at him with fire in her eyes, clearly not liking his attempt to find pity while on Monday he was so filled with rage and hunger for redemption. She knew that it was because of the drinking that he has done as of late, not able to contain his thirst as this worries her. The fact was that she enjoyed to see the passion in his eyes, the anger in his voice and the will to do whatever it takes to finally achieve that goal that has eluded him for almost a year. Almost haunted him as she kisses his forehead. Hoping that he will find his anger soon again without reaching for another bottle of red.

“Damia....”

He could read her thoughts, it enrages him knowing that she is worried that he will drink himself to a depression. Causing his eyes to turn dark red once more, his fangs bare again as his animalistic nature takes over. His mind is not thinking clear anymore, the only thing that he wants is blood. His temple inside his head feels the heartbeat of every single human being that is in a radius of several miles around them. This causes him to scream out in a vicious manner as he stares into her eyes and sees the same hunger in hers. Realizing that they are one, realizing that she has the same anger and animalistic urge as he has. The two kiss each other before the temptation takes control over him.

“I must hunt…”

She nods her head, grinning as she bites him in the shoulder as it attracts blood from him as she drinks from it with desire. Dmitri sighs with a sinister nature as he allows her to extract blood from him, tasting the blood from the bottle of red that he has drank earlier the night. Before finally drawing back from him as she wipes the blood from her mouth as we can see the bite marks slowly vanish from his skin.

“Bring me some too Dmitri…, you know I get jealous if you keep everything for yourself”

The two grin, he kisses her lips passionately before getting up from their bed, he walks over towards the shower as he showers himself before shaving his beard to what we were used to from him. He enters the room once more as he puts on his on his Armani suit, dark red with a black buttoned down shirt. A matching dark red tie and black shoes. Gothika stares at him with desire as he grins.

“I guess you do know what’s best isn’t it Damia??”

The two grin as Dmitri vanishes as he goes for the hunt

We come back where Dmitri can be seen walking around the streets at night of Primm, Nevada. Searching for a victim as he prowls the night. Unable to find a perfect victim as his mind is racing back to the night where Calvin Harris won the world title, causing him to close his eyes and growl viciously with his throat when he suddenly smells something familiar.

“God no…”

He knows the scent, he can’t believe it that she is here. Not now, not this woman that he told to get lost. His mind races wildly, his hands turn to fists as he finally reopens his eyes and stares at the woman that he has hated for centuries.

“You….”

Those are the only words that he could utter from his lips as he was staring into the eyes of Ekaterina, his maker. Not believing that she did not take his warning seriously, sighing as he takes a step forward and bares his fangs as he is ready to strike.

“I know what you asked of me Dmitri…”

“Then why didn’t …..”

“Why I didn’t listen?? Oh I’ve listened Dmitri, I’ve listened to your threat and I know that deep down inside that it was nothing more than a mere plead. Pleading for it to end and you know something Dmitri? It has turned to the point where it was making me sick…. “

Dmitri hears her words and can’t believe what she was saying, he wants to say something but she cuts him off.

“Don’t you even start with your pitiful eight months of being forced to watch people do the things that YOU wanted to do. You never did, you never could achieve to anything Dmitri… You know why???”

“I’m sure that you will enlighten me what that will be before I….”

“Before you will do what Dmitri? Kill me?? Oh please, I’ve had to listen to that moaning for centuries. No Dmitri…., you were too enraged every single time that you got another opportunity after the last one failed. You believed that you were a gift from the ancient world of the Elders and a Romanov…. A Romanov for crying out loud Dmitri…. Do you know what these did when they didn’t got their way??”

He tries to answer her, but she cuts him off.

“They took it!! They never spoke a single word of how enraged they were?? They watched people get pierced upon a long stake and watch them slowly die for their own amusement. That was the Romanov I was looking for as being the bastard child of one… Ever imagined the hatred that I felt?? No of course you didn’t!! You were soaking in grief over those who you thought were your parents!!”

“Ekaterina….”

She slaps him across the face, silencing him as his fangs are growing larger, feeling the rage once more building inside of him. But also wondering what she was telling could perhaps be the truth?? Not knowing what to think as she continues.

“I wanted to save the Romanov Dynasty for eternity!!! I wanted to bring the rage back to the world in the sophisticated manner that it was meant to be!! But no!! You learned to care!! You learned to love!! Where is that wench that you fuck around with???!!!”

“Don’t you ever dare!!”

She bursts out in laughter, not believing her ears and eyes as she sees him move towards her, sidestepping him as she grabs him by the throat and head as she has him in a rather painful hold while whispering into his ears.

“I could kill you like that Dmitri, I could have your head removed from your stinking body and you could not do anything about it. And don’t dare to call your little bitch, because this will be the final time that you and I will have this chat about your pathetic life.”

“I … hate… you…”

“Oh that’s a positive outburst that you haven’t had in ages Dmitri!! Good!! Let it all out, let it all fuel your rage as you will be entering another chapter of how to lose to the champ. No Dmitri, you are a prowler, you are a hunter. You are the one that should slay the other, soon you will understand and thank me for everything that you dared to ignore. For everything that you dared to perceive as evil and you realize it was MEANT TO BEG!!!”

She throws him to the ground as he turns around and sees her already all over him, her fangs sinking into his flesh as for the first time that he can remember he feels fear instead of hatred. Realizing that what she is doing could kill him. Struggling to resist her when she finally pulls out her fangs from his neck and gasps for osxygen

“Remember this moment Dmitri? Remember how it is so similar of the night that I became your maker?? Remember how vulnerable you were? You know Damia was right, you were never near the weaker vampire that I persuaded you to be. And yet you bought it line, hook and sinker. You are a disgrace to our kind Dmitri…, that even a mere human was able to beat you and humiliate you several times. You know something Dmitri?? I should have let J2H run a stake through your heart…., then you would have never met Da….”

Suddenly Dmitri bursts out from underneath her with a strength that he has never felt before, lifting himself off the ground as the two float high in the air before having his eyes turn into pitch black… no emotion, no desire nothing but hatred could be felt radiating from him. Causing Ekaterina to wonder what is going on.

“Dmitri??”

He ignores her, the two still float in the air before he lets his fingers feel his neck and touches his blood in a way that he has never touched it before. He looks at the red dots on his finger tips that are his blood as he tastes it.

“I never knew Ekaterina….”

His voice is much darker, still the Russian accent that we all have come to learn from him since his debut a year ago. Causing to send fear into the eyes of Ekaterina.

“Andrej Kobyla???”

Her eyes widen, recognizing the tone of the voice to be of the oldest of ancestors of the Romanov Dynasty where through the ages the names slowly altered into Romanov…. She heard of him, she feared him yet never dared to think that she would come face to face with him in one way or the other. His head cocks back and forth, nothing in his expression would reveal to her that it was her sweet Dmitri. The man that was a boyar for the Grand Duke Simeon the Proud. Where historian’s throughout the centuries have made tales that his father was a Slavic Prussian holdout against the German Prussians…. Other’s even proclaimed that he was a descendant from Julies Cesar. Yet not much were known as the name altered throughout the centuries into the infamous Romanov’s

“You thought you could ruin my name did you Ekaterina??”

Her mouth opens, but no sound emerges from her mouth. Fear has struck her this time instead of being used to strike fear and hatred in the heart of her “pet” as she always loved to call him in a mocking tone.

“Нет больше желания говорить красиво?”(translation: “No more the urge to speak my pretty??”)

The Russian words echo through her mind as shear warnings, even though the words themselves do not hold any sign of a possible threat…. She senses in his emotionless state that he is capable of everything in his demonic might.

“Please do not hurt me…”

The emotionless state of his face does not care, he closes his hand around her throat as she senses strength she never sensed from him before. The thoughts of how and why races through her mind as the eyes continue burn a hole through her soul.

“How?? Why?? Do not insult my intelligence Ekaterina… you are a mere descendant of mine…if I knew that they would seek out a bastard child…., I would have murdered the fool myself…. And yet you seek to revenge upon those who were full blooded?? Like humans wish to find full blooded horses to breed strong younglings?? Is this what it is Ekaterina? A game of breeding out your eggs of hatred towards MY KIND??? To think that the symbol of the horses are being held proudly in my family…. It’s a shame that you had to besmirch it with disgusting feats of nature… a mere wish to kill those who are more deserving compared to you?? Please, you are just merely the result of a night of fun”

The words burn into her soul, never did she allow anyone to hurt her. Never was she more helpless than she is now and the words he spoke are all real….., causing tears to flow from her face as  â€œDmitri” stares at her. Before slowly landing down on the ground once more, releasing her from his grip as this causes her to drop to the sidewalk that he stands upon.

“I thought I had warned you…., I thought I had told you to never come back….”

She nods her head, knowing that Dmitri is right

“I will not be so graceful towards you once more, this time if you fail to listen… I will break you and tear you from limb to limb Ekaterina. Making you wish it was Damia my queen instead of me… oh yes Damia…, she will be my queen and the Romanov’s legacy that you wished to uphold shall be upheld… just not by you….. not the way that you have wished to be…”

Dmitri slowly kneels before her as he stares into her crying eyes.

“I want you to vanish after this coming Monday, I want you to watch somewhere in a corner of the arena in the darkness of shame where you belong. I want you to watch, I want you to see what I will do to this human the ways you never thought was possible… I want you not to tear your eyes away from it…., not even for one second…. As you will realize that there was nothing that I could have learned from you…. That it should have been you that should have learned from me”…

Ekaterina slowly starts to crawl away from him in fear as he slowly rises and looks at her in disgust.

“Please vanish until this Monday, vanish then once more only to never to come back again…. Or I shall feed upon you like the Romanov’s cheered for the dead that fell before their feet…. I will be the vampire you never wished to become…. Pity Ekaterina…. Pity…”

With that the shot fades.

War of insults</color>

Dmitri can be seen seated in a black leather chair, he is wearing the same Armani pants that he wore earlier that night when he was on the prowl. His button down shirt is open as we see his muscular chest and midsection. His hand is wrapped around an empty glass made out of ancient crystal. Next to his leather chair we see Gothika, dressed in a long black dress that has a slit on the right side as it shows off her toned leg as well as the top of the dress wraps nicely around her well formed chest. She is sipping from a glass of red as the eyes of Dmitri is dark and his face reveals no emotion.

“The Roulette champion Kris.... no more last name as his identity has made him completely centered upon his first name.... the man that has not been pinned in ten months..., the man that takes pride in everything that he does and ignores resistance in words or deeds. Interesting concept to manifest your entire career on the fact that you will look at the positives or that what you create upon yourself... ignoring the reality of it all isn't it?? If it does not suit you, it never happened.... or the mere fact that it came down to someone else... oh sigh i wonder when will he ever stop?? Well to grant myself an answer?? This coming Monday...”

His eyes close for a few moments as he feels the sharp nails dig into his flesh, causing him to enjoy the pleasure that she is giving him. He bares his fangs as his eyes slowly reopen and stares into the camera.

“But that’s all that you attempt to oppose to the world isn’t it?? The flashy attitude, the wit and the mere fact that it will affect those who are simple minded that you are a crafty wrestler. Almost a grand slam champion… oh yes, I know exactly what you are Kris…., too bad for you that it is not working on me. How enjoyable it was to witness the wit and the magical rambling that would remind me of a poet like the caliber of Shakespeare… or the modern day version that would be placed in the ranks of Grand Master Flash and Chuck D….. the ones that always enjoy to place the anger vein to pop from your neck and watch it explode. Did it Kris?? Oh the warnings were words of anger indeed, the warnings were words of destruction promised upon a leach that wishes to suck the life out of the existence of any ordinary man….. but isn’t that where the problem lays my friend??”

“Or should I keep the nice words for another casualty to try to find excuses of that what I wish to inflict upon you?? I know these words may sound like words of riddles to a blind man’s ears…. But you aren’t are you?? Oh no, the intelligent champion that hasn’t been pinned in ten months… never been submitted, never lost in any type of match as he crusades to greatness. Greatness??? The fact that you beat Ramone, the fact that you beat Travis Nathaniel Andres. Men that were incapable of doing shit to anyone in this federation… Not having once the guts to face me one on one… hiding behind the fact that tag team matches you pinned my tag team partner and ran off like a bitch… doesn’t make you a real life champion to me my friend…”

He looks up at Gothika as she bends down to his lips and kisses his. The two caress each other’s faces for a few moments before Dmitri turns his attention towards the camera.

“But I understand that if something works, why change it?? Why would a man change his ways to another man that lost his opportunity to redeem his mistakes by becoming world heavyweight champion and once again failed?? Isn’t it obvious Kris?? But I won’t speak of the obvious words of what should have been or not… it’s what should happen next when we come face to face with each other… to witness the end of the doubt that has eluded me from achieving greatness….. but what is greatness Kris???”

“I’m sure that you will utter the words of ten months not being beaten is something that comes in mind… and who would disagree?? Already being hyped up as the next big thing that everyone has attempted to keep under the radar until J2H vanished from the world… would it matter for you now that suddenly everyone expects so much from you?? And before you change the subject as you always do… why don’t you think back to the words of a man that has got everything to lose and nothing to gain…”

“Did it sink in Kris?? I got nothing to gain my friend…, because I’ve already lost so many and am daring to give up even more to stare fortune in the face one more time… ONE MORE FUCKING TIME!! You see you are on the other side of the tale, everything comes to you like it’s just a normality. A normality that success is a given… that you don’t have to even try and work your ass off to succeed. And yet…, you are just another example of how things will change around here… how I will no longer give a damn about my career. All I care is about salvation, all I care is about to make you gasp for air and stare into the eyes of damnation. To watch your career pass you by like it was a miracle tale of joy and happiness”

“You talk about the legends of the past that you have faced and beaten, you talk about the likes of those who have packed their bags and ran off like a bitch. You see Kris, humans have their prime and then it’s the limitations that once again takes over and then it’s their decision to move on or being smart and pass the torch… but not you isn’t it??”

Dmitri grins as he looks up at Damia, he grabs her hand as he softly kisses her fingers as a gentleman. There is a moment of silence as he runs his fingers across the back of hers. Rubbing the ring that she has on her ring finger as he is mesmerized bout the skull face that is on it.

“life is great, you are born. Everything is so brand new, everything seems like an experience that does not seem to stop. To smile at the lovely face of your mother as you recognize her from the day you were born, knowing that she would be there for you no matter what… not knowing that death will eventually be inevitable… And then you grow into a young boy or girl, watch your hair grow and have it cut every single month or two… have to deal with hormones eventually, having thoughts of rebellion.. not wanting to be like the established people that dictates the world as if they always seem to know what’s best…. Only to realize when you grow older that you are just like them.. realizing that you are just as worse as they are… how ironic is that huh Kris?? To see how your career has evolved from being a member of the Nobodies… to have followed the names of Staggs and whomever it was that were left… While deep down inside you realized that you never even wanted to fit in in the first place…. Was that the master plan all along Kris??”

“Or are you in the stage of denial that seems to make you mystical?? To have that shroud of uncertainty for the world to stare so blind upon?? No Kris, I don’t think so… it doesn’t even matter to me anymore… the mystique of the unbeaten J2H made me succumb to my own need…, my own desire. My own thirst to take down that what I should have done all along… then it was the world title vacated… I desired it too much…, stared blindly upon that one gift that turned out to be a massacre…. And a massacre it shall be for the likes of you little boy. The man that wishes to be the very best, the man that wishes to do it in the shadows of everyone that stands in front of him. The rash of your existence will be the cured by these hands Kris… the hands that will maim, the hands that will destroy and enjoy every single moment of it. do I make prophecies that I can’t follow? Do I look like a man of the cloth? Do I look like your savior when you are in need to forgive your sins upon me??”

He looks upon Gothika as she smiles and shakes her head no while taking another sip from the blood.

“She almost lost the man that she loved Kris, she went through hell and back to make sure that he would survive the torture of a sinister being. Put herself in a risk to find him and put him in a position that he would be cured. To have a chance to live whether he wished to or not…., I did the same thing over and over again and for what? To be acknowledged as a tough competitor, a vampire that could have been? The one that puts people upon a pedestal and watch their careers shine bright while mine will remain in the shadows? In the hope of one day it will finally blossom like a flower??”

He cocks his head, his fangs rasp his bottom lips as it makes them cut open and blood pour upon the tips of his fangs before his lips slowly heal.

“Flowers are delicate gifts of nature that are often compared to the gift of love. While they serve no purpose in life as they often perish quickly and die as you don’t even look at them. While plants are often more useful aren’t they… and yet the world only wants its beauty as in their minds it serves them a purpose. When death is also a purpose… a flesh eating plant, taking the lives of flies, bugs or spiders even… anything that are seduced by the beauty of death… just like a black widow would when her partner served it’s purpose… As you are just trying to spread your wings and tempt your fate with everything that you feel is yours to obtain… only to realize that one day the clutches will wrap around your foot, then your leg and then sucking down the final existence that would make people remember fondly about the legacy that is of Kris…. The man from Jet city… the coke dealing bitch that could not even keep a life together… trust must have been an issue hasn’t it Kris???”

“I’ve dealt with the trust that only sucked my life away Kris…, I dealt with those who I thought loved me… what do you think I would do to you as my mind races down upon the name of Calvin Harris? Nothing pretty that would remind you of a rainbow, a sunset… the singing of the birds and the smell of the flowers… the only flowers you need to worry about is whether they will be thrown upon your carcass. I don’t care about the rules of the game anymore Kris. And why should I?? Why would I keep up the charade of positivity and joy… while I find joy into obtaining whatever it is that I want… and before I take home the gold…I want to take home your dignity… and how do I do such a thing???”

He shakes his head as he turns his attention back to the camera with a sly smile, his face turned sideways as he feels the hair brush upon his cheek

“It’s easier to speak of things instead of doing them…, I know that you will shrug and brush it off. I know that you will tell me that you will beat me…. Again, you never have one on one… you never will…. The fact that I have no desire left than merely damnation is a fate that is served best cold… the fact that I will put my body through pain unimaginable to the human body and brain… and be amazed little boy… I will be gladly to share the damnation with you…. Only to watch you ultimately scream in agony as if it will be a classical Mozart tune turn into a climactic finale…  or just merely a poem of just whispering the words as some hold a skull to talk to Hamlet… to ask To be or not To be…. Hoping that one day the skull will open its mouth and utter the words that he does not know. And for your existence you are the one that will ask ME the words… as you put faith into the fact that you in your mind is the one that is to be…. The answer will still remain what it shall be that you wish to be… and I will answer that you are merely a lie of your own believe… What else could it be Kris?? Besides the fate that people wish to put their entire destiny upon to make a point in life. Too bad you will never understand it fully before it is too late. But when will that be??”

He closes his eyes as he puts his hands together, as if he is in a silent prayer of some sorts. Meditating in silence as we can see his lips quickly move but nothing he whispers will be heard. Before reopening his eyes and shaking his head no.

“You do understand that only fate could keep you from being destroyed by these hands don’t you?? Before the world will be ready to morn your existence before turning their attention to the next hopeful one that is Calvin Harris. The next in line for me to remove from the burden that is my existence Kris… who knows that maybe one day you will understand, that you will utter the same words like J2H did when he realized he feared me… respect is a word that has become worthless to my listening ears Kris… but before you realize that it will be already too late… be thankful that I do not wish to take home your gold…. Be thankful that there is more important things in life than your championship belt… but before it is too late… let bid each other farewell before we will stare each other in the eyes for the final time…. And just remember… it’s not a shame to fail on a Monday… you got the rest of your existence to deal with that…. Good luck… you will need it…”

With that the shot slowly fades….

We slowly come back from a commercial as Dmitri is walking towards a casino, he enters the casino and walks towards the Roulette table as he places the chips down and watches the roulette ball roll around before it ends on a red digit. He watches the greedy hands of a human being grab the chips that he has won as Dmitri places several upon even and nods his head that he has finished this move. The dealer watches as others place their chips on their favorite numbers or colors and rolls the ball once more.

“I never thought you were a gambler Dmitri….”

Dmitri grins as he recognizes the voice of his tag team partner James Tuscini while never taking his eyes off the ball… watching it ending on an even number and Dmitri gains the profit that he has earned.

“Dmitri??”

“What is it James?? Are you trying to wonder if I’m alright?? Worried that Ekaterina would return once again and haunt you???”

Tuscini looks around, wondering how in the hell Dmitri would know his worries as he wants to say something.

“It’s alright James…, she will be no longer a threat to me… my ancient elders took care of her… now it is time for me to take care of Kris our beloved Roulette champion…. Before I will be sending a message for the world to watch… especially our beloved world heavyweight champion…. And until that match happens… I’m going to place a bet on zero”

“Zero???”

Dmitri turns towards his tag team partner with a cold look on his face.

“Zero chances that the Roulette champion will walk out of the arena the same way he walked into it… win or lose… I don’t care anymore… I only care about that championship belt James…. And I will not rest until I get it…”

With that Dmitri places all of his chips on the green zero before walking off, the dealer rolls the ball as James Tuscini looks clueless.

“But….”

Suddenly James his attention is towards the roulette table as the ball ends on the green zero and the dealer pushes all of the chips to the tag team partner of Dmitri who starts to grin.

“Zero indeed Dmitir… zero indeed”

With that the shot ends.