[Mark Ward]

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[Calvin Harris]

 

ACT I: Let The Party Start

Climax Control had just finished. It was the final one until High Stakes VII that would be taking place in Melbourne, Victoria, Australia. From the crowd reaction that could all the way backstage. It didn’t sound like they were in a very good mood. Rightfully so considering that The Unholy Alliance had just suffered defeat and defeat that came with the SCW World Heavyweight Champion, Calvin Harris pinning the Internet Champion, James Tuscini. Then to make matters worse Christian Underwood made his way out following the match to reveal he was going to be the special guest referee between the Tuscini and Hawkins match for the Internet Championship. Needless to say the go home show wasn’t a very good one for the SCW fans.

In that particular moment the World Heavyweight Champion himself made his way through the back the curtain. There was quite the arrogant smirk spread all across his lips. He was covered in sweat and seemed to have a little bit of a limp due to some lower back pain, but that smirk on his lips said it all. Regardless of the pain and regardless of how physically tiring the match was. Point was in the end, he was the one that had his hand raised in victory at the end of the night. He was the one that had overcome the odds and he was the one that once again proved his point. Pushing his way on past stagehands and men that worked in the gorilla position. Calvin jogged down a small flight of steps to land himself in the actual backstage area of the building.

Though the moment that his feet hit that concrete floor. Harris found himself essentially ambushed, in the sense of questions being hurled at him. Right there in his face with a camera crew and a microphone in her hand was none other than Ms. Rocky Mountains. There was a slight glare consuming Calvin’s eyes at that moment, but nevertheless he found himself stopping to engage in what it was that she wanted.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Calvin, can I get a quick word with you?!

CALVIN HARRIS: Jesus! You bitches are like roaches. Seem to be everywhere!

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Really Calvin? You’re going to refer to me as a roach?

CALVIN HARRIS: Well, it isn’t like I’m wrong am I? Every single time I turn around. You’re there. Or the other broad with fake tits is there. No matter how many times I squash you. You simply don’t stay dead and don’t stay out of sight for good. It’s becoming rather annoying.

Calvin rolled his eyes a little bit. Those words were kind of driving it home that he didn’t want to be bothered and he didn’t want to put up with people. At the same time there was kind of no getting out of it.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: I am going to pretend that never came out of your mouth and continue to be professional. That being said I was wondering if I could get a quick word with you about what happened out there tonight?

CALVIN HARRIS: Oh you want to talk about how I single handedly took on the likes of Dmitri and James Tuscini? You want to talk about how I was a one man wrecking crew against The Unholy Alliance? You want to discuss how I was the man that had my hand raised in the air despite having the odds against me when it came to the numbers?

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Well hold on there a second champ. I don’t mean any disrespect here, but it was certainly not a single handed effort. You didn’t do everything on your own out there tonight. You had Griffin Hawkins in your corner and not only was he in your corner, but he did manage to carry a lot of the load tonight.

CALVIN HARRIS: Excuse me. Are you calling me a liar or something? Because I’m about a second away from slapping that makeup right off your bulldog looking face for insulting me.

Those eyes of his narrowed a little more into a glare while looking right at Ms. Mountains. Truth be told after their incident several weeks ago. The very last thing she wanted to do was upset him or anger him in anyway, but at the same time she had a job to do. Swallowing hard unsure of how if the man was going to be a man of his word in this situation or not.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: I am not calling you a liar, Calvin. Yet at the same exact time I am speaking the truth. Everyone saw what happened out there. You didn’t want to be part of the match...

CALVIN HARRIS: Well would you want to willing team with a guy that’s one of the worst wrestlers on the roster? Would you want to team with a guy who’s gotten all his fame for being annoying twat on twitter? Would you willing want to team with a guy that thinks that this is the 1980s instead of the year 2017?!

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: To be honest Calvin. I’m not quite sure...

CALVIN HARRIS: Oh no-no. You want to pass judgment on me. If you were actually useful around here and was actually someone that could wrestle. Would you want to team with an joke like Griffin?

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Uh, well... for the sake of the question. If I was in your shoes, then no I most likely wouldn’t have wanted him as a tag partner. Seems like there would be more to lose than gain when teaming with him.

CALVIN HARRIS: And now you get my mindset. Now you get the pain it was to be in a ring with that fucking moron.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Regardless though of all of that Calvin. The point is you can’t say you did it all on your own tonight when Griffin did most of the work. Again, I don’t mean to be disrespectful but the proof is there. You didn’t want to get involved in the match. You refused to help Griffin out. You refused to make tags. Then when you did get in the match, it was forced upon you and you still didn’t want to act like a team player. But a lot of it fell on Hawkins shoulders.

CALVIN HARRIS: Let me just go ahead and stop you right there.

The Martyr found himself holding his hand up at that moment shaking his head from side to side. Ms. Mountain of course arching her eyebrow a little bit in confusion.

CALVIN HARRIS: I have just one single little question to ask you. Out there tonight, when it came down to it. Who was the one that picked up the victory?

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Well, technically you.

CALVIN HARRIS: Who is the one that pinned James Tuscini’s shoulders to the mat? Who is the one that drove James Tuscini head first into the mat and damn near broke his neck?

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: It was you, Calvin.

CALVIN HARRIS: Exactly right. It was me. It was only me. Therefore I am the only one that gets to celebrate tonight’s victory. I am the only one that gets to say that I won. I am the only one that gets to truly have all the glory. Guess, you could say I am the only one that gets to party. So let the party start!

His lips curled into that smirk again. Obviously Calvin found himself in good spirits after all that had happened out there tonight. No one else seemed to be having a good time like him, but then again that was kind of the point of a one man party. Though it was at that moment that someone was going to be the party pooper. Specifically, it was going to be the woman that continued to stand there at his side.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Wait a minute Calvin. Not so sure if you want to start the party so soon. Especially, when you’re two weeks away from defending that championship at High Stakes.

CALVIN HARRIS: And your point is?

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Well, it just seems logical that right now you’d want to wait and celebrate a bigger win. Tonight’s just a tag match. It doesn’t mean much does it?

CALVIN HARRIS: To you maybe. To other people maybe. Although by the sound of those idiots in the stands tonight. This match did matter to them and they didn’t want to see their heroes lose. Tough luck for them. But for me? For me, this is just another notch on the belt. This is just another victory over Dmitri. This is just another night where I have proven without a shadow of a doubt I am better than him. He tried me and he failed again. So that is worthy of celebrating.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: It just seems like to me, you’d want to hold off on the party and the celebration until after High Stakes. You know assuming...

CALVIN HARRIS: Assuming? Assuming what?

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Just you know assuming you actually retain the championship against him...

CALVIN HARRIS: This is the type of shit that almost got you choked out once before.

That glare in his eye got a little more intense. Those words made Ms. Rocky Mountain feel uneasy. That much could be seen by the expression on her face. That combined with the fact she took a step backwards away from him.

CALVIN HARRIS: I don’t get it. You people continue to disrespect me. You people continue to sell me short. You people continue to refuse to give me credit where credit is due. This entire feud, if that’s what you want to call it. I’ve come out looking like a million bucks. Time and time again. I’ve defeated Dmitri on three different occasions. Meanwhile he’s only beaten me once. He got lucky one time. Yet, you still have the balls to ask if I retain!

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Calvin, I am not trying to set you off. But it is a legitimate question...

CALVIN HARRIS: No, the fuck it isn’t. When the proof is there in black and white that shouldn’t be a question that you asked. There isn’t a “what if” or even an “If” in this subject. At High Stakes, I will retain my championship. At High Stakes, I will defeat Dmitri again. At High Stakes, I will put an end to all of this. Now get the fuck out of my way!

Before giving her the chance to move Calvin used his body to his favor and shoulder checked the woman out of his path. He made his way right past her with ease and started to head off down the hall with attitude in his step. That good mood he seemed to be in was gone within the blink of an eye. He was sour and he was pissed off. All because of what implication. But it was that implication that would come up time and time again over the next couple of weeks. Something that he was all too familiar with and something that was going to grind his gears until he was standing in the middle of the ring with the championship raised high once again. With his foot on Dmitri’s lifeless chest.

ACT II: The Curse

It was a beautiful morning for Chicago, Illinois. Especially for this time of year. The weather was starting to change, it was starting to become chilly out. Wouldn’t be long before the leaves change colors and fell right off the trees. People were becoming obsessed with pumpkin spice everything and bundling up in warm clothing on evenings. Not to mention baseball fans around the world were finding themselves getting sucked into the postseason for the 2017 season. Speaking of baseball, it just so happened at that particular moment the cameras found themselves opening up and when they did so. They found themselves inside the iconic baseball stadium that was Wrigley Field.

For a couple of seconds the cameras found themselves roaming around the arena. It was something special to be in the stadium of the 2016 World Series Champions. All of the sudden though the cameras found themselves cutting to the pitcher’s mound and seemingly for a reason. Because standing on that mound at that moment was the SCW World Heavyweight Champion himself, Calvin Harris. Rocking a Kris Bryant jersey, but more importantly having the fifteen pounds of gold that was the SCW World Heavyweight Championship sitting on his shoulders as he looked right at the cameras that were on him. That arrogant smirk that only he could give creeping across his face, before the silence was broken by his often times annoying voice.

CALVIN HARRIS: Welcome to Wrigley Field. The home of the Chicago Cubs. The home of the 2016 World Series Champions. The home of my favorite baseball team. And as of last year, apparently the favorite baseball team of a bandwagoners nation wide.

There was a very slight roll of his eyes at that particular moment.

CALVIN HARRIS: Believe me when I tell you. It wasn’t really cool to be a Cubs fan up until a few years ago when we started to make the playoffs on a more consistent basis. And the reason being is because the Chicago Cubs were part of a curse. A curse that prevented them from doing very well in the postseason. A curse that was more importantly working against them and prevented them from becoming the World Series champions. That curse lasted for a hundred and eight years. Yes, that’s right. For a hundred and eight years, the Cubs flat out sucked. There were several losing seasons. Ones that resulted in them missing the playoffs. Then there were seasons where they got lucky and managed to squeal into the playoffs.

Course, the curse would then catch up to them. They’d lose games and be out, just as quick as they had gotten in. For a hundred and eight years, the Cubs had fans that were eventually become so frustrated with the curse that they would give up on the team and turn to teams that could actually win championships like the St. Louis Cardinals. There were many fans that DIED after being long term Cubs fans. Died never seeing their team reach the pinnacle of a championship. Could you imagine how heavy that weighed on the Cubs organization throughout the years? Point is that it took them a hundred and eight years before they were able to snap that curse.

That very curse that he was speaking about appeared to be something that the true Cubs fans thought would never be broken. Some thought the curse was brought on many-many years ago when a man was kicked out of the stadium for bringing his goat. He was rumored to put a hex on the team. Others blamed it on several different things throughout the year. Whatever one believed, it was still a fact there was something looming over the Cubs that had prevented them from being successful until the previous year.

CALVIN HARRIS: However from what it seems like snapping this curse is going to be very short lived. After all the Cubs are just one game away from being eliminated from the post season. As a Cubs fan, something tells me it’s going to be another long hundred year plus before they ever bring back a championship to Chicago. But I am sure that I’ve got all of you confused right about now don’t I? I am sure that you people with your small mindsets and low intelligence can’t seem to make the connection. Well allow me to break it down for you in the simplest terms in which even the most retarded people can understand. The Curse that the Cubs had to deal and are looking forward to once again is very much like the same curse that Dmitri is about to experience. A curse that is going to keep him away from the SCW World Heavyweight Championship.

Sure enough there had to be a reason for all of this curse and baseball talk. A reason that was now pointing directly at the man Harris was set to face in just a few weeks. His lips curled into that sinister smirk that he could only give, proceeding to pick up right where he had left off.

CALVIN HARRIS: I imagine that hearing that isn’t going to settle too well with you am I right Dmitri? After all, let’s be real shall we? The SCW World Heavyweight Championship is the very thing has motivated you the most. When you're signed your name to a contract on February 2nd of 2016. Your goal all along was to become the SCW World Heavyweight Champion. Don’t get it twisted Dmitri. Believe me when I tell you. I understand that mindset. I understand that goal. It’s the same goal I had for myself when I signed my name to a contract on October 18th, 2016.

But there’s obviously a little bit of a difference between the two of us wouldn’t you think? I mean I get that you don’t like me. I get that you hate me. I get that you would love nothing more than to have my head ripped off my shoulders. But despite that rage and anger that you express towards me. Even you have to be man enough to admit that our paths were very different from each other. See the moment that I stepped into the scene in SCW. I made it more than clear. I wasn’t going to settle for anything less than competing for that championship. You tried to do the exact same thing, but the difference is. You were ignored. I was not.

Maybe right away I was not thrown into the title picture, but at the same time right away people did pay attention to me. Right away people did look my direction. The way I carried myself told people that no matter what the very first real accomplishment I had in this company would be winning the SCW Heavyweight Championship. You on the other hand. You had people ignoring you. You had people turning their heads. You had people not giving you the least bit of attention. You had people laughing at you. Like no one in SCW was going to take a guy seriously who claimed to be a vampire from an ancient world. It was all laughable.

Making matters worse, but at the same time attempting to back up his own statement. Calvin chuckled out loud. One could only imagine how much this was going to get under the skin of Dmitri. Maybe even make his blood boil, depending on whether or not you believed the “vampire” story he tried to feed people. It was something Calvin had mocked the man for time and time again. At this point it was just clear he enjoyed making fun of Dmitri anyway that he could.

CALVIN HARRIS: Whether you believe it or not Dmitri. That’s where the curse began for you. That’s where the curse of the SCW World Heavyweight Championship never being yours started. You see because the moment you realized that you weren’t going to get what you wanted out of the situation. When you realized that right away you weren’t going to be in the limelight. You simply accepted no as the answer. At least for that moment. Because you decided to take a different approach. You decided to take a different route. You decided that if you went after the SCW Internet Championship that it might make them change their minds. That it just might make them see you as a threat. You saw it as stepping stone to the SCW World Heavyweight Championship. But in reality that was the worst thing you could have done.

Following those words coming out of his mouth. There was a very brief pause on his end and done so for good reason. Done so in order to make Dmitri as well as everyone fan of his wonder just exactly where this was about to go. It sounded like it wasn’t going to be something anyone of them wanted to truly hear.

CALVIN HARRIS: Let me guess though Dmitri. You’re wondering why it was the worst thing am I right? Well, you’re in luck Dmitri. I’ve always been one to enjoy telling you all about yourself. See on May 8th, 2016 when you picked up that Internet Championship. For that brief moment you made people look in your direction. For that brief moment you made people pay attention to you. For that brief moment you made people think that you might end up being a force. But just as soon as you did that. It wasn’t but two weeks later that you lost the Internet Championship. You held the Internet Championship for just fourteen days before crumbling under the pressure and losing the championship. At the same time losing everyone’s attention that you very briefly had gained.

When that happened Dmitri, you proved to SCW management that you didn’t have what it took to be competing for the Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship. You proved to the rest of the roster that you weren’t someone that was a threat to them, that you weren’t someone that was going to be able to go through them one by one to get a shot, and you proved to them that you weren’t someone that was going to be able to compete in the main event. Crumbling so quickly under the pressure of holding the Internet Championship left everyone with the mindset and the belief that the same thing would happen if you got anywhere close to the SCW Heavyweight Championship. Essentially, you did more damage to yourself than good and made sure the curse continued onward.

In true Harris forum, the man shrugged his shoulders a little bit. Seemingly having no remorse or regret for the things that came out of his mouth. After all as far as he was concerned, this was all Dmitri’s fault.

CALVIN HARRIS: That being said though Dmitri, you’re very much like a movie I’ve seen a thousand times over. Very predictable. I know every line. I know every scene. I know what’s going to happen next. You’re going to try and say that I was in the same boat as you. You’re going to point out the Internet Championship match I was in. You’ll do your very best to try and “expose” me for the lack of a better term. Basically just repeating everything I had already said about you. Because after all, let’s call it the way it is shall we? There isn’t a damn thing original about you. But once again you’ll make yourself look stupid. Yes, I did get a shot at the Internet Championship. Yes, I did lose that night. However, I wasn’t like you. I never settled for the title. I simply took the shot because I was put in the match.

And the reason, I was in the match in the first place is because I was making a name for myself left and right. Every single match you saw me in I was dominating. I was making SCW’s so called stars look like a thing of a pass. However the fear that Mark and Christian had was real. They feared what would happen if they had put me in the main event. They feared what would happen if I competed for the SCW Heavyweight Champion. Especially after seeing how close I had come to winning the Golden Brief Case just a few weeks prior. Although they were afraid, they couldn’t deny me and couldn’t hold me back for long. It was going to make people ask questions. That is why I got a shot at the Internet Championship. It had nothing to do with why you got the shot. From day one Dmitri, I have always been a bigger threat than you. It showed then and it shows now.

Nodding his head a little bit while looking at the cameras. The man seemingly stroking his own ego more and more as the time was going on. Something that was going to make more and more fans hate him, but as it had already become known. Being hated didn’t bother him, instead he enjoyed it and it motivated him.

CALVIN HARRIS: After that brief Internet Championship run. Dmitri, you did nothing. Well nothing of importance. You challenged for a championship here and there. You won some matches that didn’t have any real significance from time to time. You lost several matches. Way more than I was actually willing to sit down and do the research to check into. Makes sense considering that’s what you do. You lose. You choke. You show why you’re not a threat. In the time you also formed a Tag Team with a man that doesn’t mean anything like you don’t mean anything. A tag team that went nowhere. Something that was pointed out last week. Though, I give some credit. There were a handful times where you got yourself in the main event or got yourself in contention for the SCW Heavyweight Championship. Furthering my point that the curse continued for all that time. Though the night of July 30th, 2017 is a night that is going to be forever etched into our memories. For completely different reasons of course.

Harris had that smirk on his lips start to grow a little more. Each word coming out of his mouth at this moment was taking everyone down memory lane, but if everyone remembered what July 30th was. It wasn’t a pleasant memory for them. Something they didn’t want to relive by any means.

CALVIN HARRIS: See on that night Dmitri, the both of us found ourselves competing in a battle royal for the vacated World Heavyweight Championship. On that night, it was my first chance at the title. On that night it was another opportunity for you to prove what you had been saying from day one. And truth be told Dmitri. I know in your heart of hearts, you thought that was your night. I mean look at the amount of talent we were in the ring with that night. Samuel McPherson, a legitimate retard was put in the match. It was clear he wasn’t going to do any damage. It was clear that he wouldn’t pose a threat to you. And that’s how you wanted it. Another man in that match was Eyesnane. To which I don’t think I have seen him since that match. Let’s call it the way it is. Eyesnane was simply in the match to serve as an extra body. Nothing more and nothing less. It was obvious from the start he wasn’t going to be a threat or a challenge to anyone.

Then there was Steve Ramone. Depending on who you ask, would depend on how he is viewed. Some would say that he’s a solid guy. After all he’s been a Roulette Champion on three different occasions. Nothing more than that, but apparently some people hold that to some high regard. I on the other hand don’t see it as that impressive and going into that match. I didn’t look at Steve Ramone as anything more than just another guy to make the match look full. Not that he was someone that was going to be a legitimate issue when it came down to it. Then the other person in that match was your best friend James Tuscini. A man that you have leaned on and have used in order to keep yourself relevant. Also a man that deep down you’ve got no respect for. The disrespect runs so deep that you knew when he was added to the match that it was going to be an easy breeze for you. But the problem isn’t that you thought the competition was easy. Instead the problem is that you overlooked me.

You might try and deny it now, but I know the truth. Going into that match Dmitri, you didn’t look my way. Going into that match, you didn’t view me as a threat. Going into that match, you believed that you had an easy and fast track to the World Heavyweight Championship. You couldn’t beat J2H for it, but you damn sure could win it in a vacant title match against what you believed was a bunch of no talent second hand competition. Now for the most part it worked out. Steve wasn’t a threat. Eyesnane wasn’t competition. Same with Samuel and James, but in the end when it was just the two of us. The Curse that had kept the title out of your grasp that long crept right back up into your life by once again making you it’s bitch. Once again you folded under the pressure and once again you proved that you weren’t good enough to hold the SCW Heavyweight Championship. Therefore making my dream a reality before yours.

That was one of those situations where even if you were a Dmitri fan. You had to agree that Harris saying something like that was a true burn. It was a burn and it was one that stung so much simply because it was true. Dmitri had been there longer, fighting longer, and doing everything he could to topple the mountain. Only for the Martyr to come in and do it before he did.

CALVIN HARRIS: I know that had to really burn your ass. I know that really had to make you mad. I know that you were left bitter after that match. Probably went to your locker room and paced around with tears in your eyes like a child that just got his ass whooped for back talking his momma. Probably even talked to yourself in the mirror and hyped yourself up. Truth be told though as mad as you were. But as mad as you were, it was already in the history books. I was the champion and at that time there was nothing more than you could do about it. However the thing that made me the most mad is the fact I never even got to celebrate my victory. I never even got the chance to soak in my moment of glory. And the reason being is because of you. See everyone including Mark and Christian were so mad that I won. That they very quickly booked a rematch. I’ve said it numerous times. They’ve been biased against me and became biased for you just for the sake of not seeing me succeed. Sadly for them when they jump aboard the Dmitri train. They got sucked into the curse as well.

Nodding his head a little more. It was no surprise at all that the SCW World Heavyweight Champion was once again in a roundabout way targeting Ward and Underwood. It had been a thing for the last several months. Even if some said it wasn’t deserved, there wasn’t anything to stop him.

CALVIN HARRIS: However at this point is where you start to question if a curse actually exists right, Dmitri? Isn’t this the very point in which you claim that if there was a curse that it was broken at Violent Conduct inside that Steel Cage when you finally overcame all the odds and became the SCW World Heavyweight Champion for the first time in your career? After all that’s the typical thing you do. Remember Dmitri? I said you’re as predictable as they come. Now with that being said Dmitri. I’m not a man that has a problem with admitting when he’s wrong. I’ll own up to it, when that’s the case. However that wasn’t the case. You never broke the curse. Sure at Violent Conduct you did defeat me and you did take away my championship, but all that proved is that sometimes lady luck can outshine a curse. Even if it’s for one day, it can happen.

Though the curse showed it’s ugly head three weeks later on September 24th. Just three weeks after you had won the championship, you stepped into the ring me and defended it against me in my rightful rematch. Going into that match, you made the same mistake that you made when you were in the ring with me in that battle royal. You had this mindset that I wasn’t going to be a challenge. You had this mindset that I wouldn’t be a threat. You had this mindset that I couldn’t beat you. You had that mindset because you were blinded by the glory of the SCW Heavyweight Championship. You were blinded by your lifelong dream becoming a reality. You were blinded by everything else that wasn’t important and because you allowed yourself to be blinded. I took back the very thing I should have never lost in the first place. The Curse once again showed you first hand, you didn’t have it in you.

Once those words came out of his mouth, Harris turned his head and locked eyes with the championship that was sitting on his shoulder. His smirk spread wide on his lips, it seemed like he was truly enjoying rubbing this in the face of his arch nemesis.

CALVIN HARRIS: I could only imagine just how big that hole in your heart is having to once again realize that you aren’t good enough to hold this. I could only imagine how many tears you shed that night when you lost everything that you had worked so hard to gain. Much like I can only imagine the tears that are going to flow from your cheeks when High Stakes comes to an end on October 29th. Because see right now I am about to be the bearer of some very-very bad news. Whether or not you choose to believe me is completely up to you. That being said though Dmitri. The both of us have both agreed that when we step into the ring with each other at High Stakes.

That is the very last time it’s going to happen. High Stakes is essentially the end of our feud. It’s the end of this chapter to my career and yours. Simply put you are facing elimination, just like the Cubs are facing elimination against the Dodgers. One more loss and that’s it. The Cubs go home losers, just like you got home a loser. The Curse returns for them, just like it’ll continue yours. They prove that it hasn’t been broken, just like you’ll prove you can’t break the curse you’re experiencing. Everything is crumbling down around you, Dmitri. It’s sending you into panic mode. You don’t know how to handle it, but for some odd reason you simply just won’t give up. Makes you quite pathetic if you ask me, but you won’t listen. You refuse to listen.

From side to side Calvin shook his head in utter disappointment and maybe even just a little bit of disgust. Made sense considering that the Martyr believed that his word was the only word that mattered and was the word that everyone should listen to.

CALVIN HARRIS: I’ve said it before, so allow me to say it again Dmitri. From day one, I have proven without a shadow of a doubt that you cannot compete against me. You are simply not on my level, and you’re never going to be on my level. I believe that the moment that you’re finally able to get that through your thick skull and I believe that the moment you’re finally able to understand what your future holds. Then and only then will you find peace. Then and only then will it be a situation in which you’ll finally be able to understand what your role is here in Sin City Wrestling. Trust me when I tell you, you’re a very good roleplayer. You’re a very good teammate. You’re good at what you do for the company, but you’re never going to be the superstar of the company. You’re never going to be the man for the company. You’re never going to be the champion that holds this company on his back. You simply don’t have it in you.

Again that was a phrase that the Martyr continued to use time and time again when the two men were set to engage in war with one another. Each opportunity he got, he continued to remind Dmitri that as far as he was concerned he didn’t have it in him to defeat him. One would have to imagine that it was eating away at Dmitri, but at the exact same time. It almost seemed obvious that’s what Harris wanted more than anything. Slowly but surely picking apart his prey.

CALVIN HARRIS: I might not be the champion that Sin City Wrestling WANTS, but I am the champion that Sin City Wrestling NEEDS! Therefore Dmitri when we meet at High Stakes. I will ensure that it is the last time and you will finally see that I am SIMPLY BETTER than you!

As it would turn out those were the Martyr’s final words for the time being. For a second or two the cameras were just locked onto that arrogant smirk of Harris’s. It was those words that were going to stick out in the mind of all of the SCW fans heading into this historic event. It was also those same words that were going to be words that Dmitri dwelled on until their meeting. Sure he might not admit it and sure he might not admit that Harris has gotten under his skin. The man had that smugness about him that got under everyone’s skin. In that being said the cameras finally found themselves fading to static until the Martyr would make his presence known once again.

ACT III: The Future Is Dark

Marriage life was one of the few things that had scared Calvin for far too long. When he was younger, he hadn’t ever seen a marriage work. His father’s marriage to his mother ended shortly after he was born. Played a factor in why Calvin had never met his mother. Now that he was older, he didn’t care to either. Growing up he watched his uncle get married, divorced, then married again. Only to get divorced again. Growing up he had never experienced a marriage that worked out. Then of course being an adult he had friends get married and quickly regret the decision. Stuff like that was bound to make him feel some kind of way towards marriage. Then of course there were his own issues with relationships and them not working out.

Only two of his relationships did they ever seem to work out to perfection. At least until he did something to cause an issue and then it was kind of downhill from there. However after splitting with Alessandra years before. They managed to find their way back to each other in the last two years. That resulted not only in marriage, but it resulted in him adopting her daughter as his own as well as having their son Oliver together. It was a nice feeling to have all of this love, but it was a day by day process. He rarely understood what he was doing but he did his best. That even included on insuring that when he was home. He spent as much time with his kids as he did with his wife. He never wanted her to feel like she was never important.

Everytime he came home there was at least one date night between them. Tonight just happened to be that night. Surprisingly enough the weather in Seattle was holding up. To the point that the two of them decided to take a walk after enjoying food. Hand in hand, Calvin could feel her thumb rolling over the top of his. All of the sudden though she stopped with her attention turned to the right of her. Calvin turned his head to look at her. Letting his eyes then shift up to whatever she was looking at it. It was this shifty looking old building with a blinking light that said “Come Find Out Your Future” hanging above the door. He shook his head slightly turning his attention back to her.

CALVIN HARRIS: What are you doing?

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Don’t you mean what are WE doing?

CALVIN HARRIS: No, we’re not. I am not going in there just to have some old lady make up lies about my future just so she can rape my pockets.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: You never want to do anything I want to do.

CALVIN HARRIS: Don’t even start that shit again.

No sooner than those words had come out of his mouth. Alessandra had began to give him these puppy dog like eyes. Her bottom lip sticking out and starting to quiver a little bit. He let his eyes narrow a little bit.

CALVIN HARRIS: Who do you think you are, VP? That isn’t going to work on me like it does with a child. Best go ahead and put an end to it now.

It was at that same moment Alessandra began to intentionally make herself sniffle as if she was about to cry. Sighing heavily, Calvin squeezed her hand tighter and began to walk up to the building. Right away a smile crept over Alessandra’s lips knowing that she had gotten what she wanted.

CALVIN HARRIS: I hate you some days.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: No, you don’t. You love me.

CALVIN HARRIS: Keep telling yourself that.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Oh I will. Kind of like you keep telling yourself that you’re not my little bitch, but continue to prove time and time again why you are.

In true Alessandra fashion. She began to giggle seemingly rubbing it in a little bit. Rolling his eyes a little, Calvin reached out and grabbed a hold of the door to the building allowing Alessandra to step ahead of him. He followed behind her, the moment that they were inside. It was damn near pitch black. Aside from one little dim light above the desk where an old woman dressed in all black and what appeared to be like a turban placed on her head. She instantly greeted them.

FORTUNE TELLER: Good evening to the lovely couple.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Evening ma’am. My husband and I were interested in having our fortunes told this evening.

FORTUNE TELLER: Then you’ve come to the right place my dear.

CALVIN HARRIS: Woah hold up. I want to know how much this is going to cost me.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Calvin! Don’t be so damn rude!

CALVIN HARRIS: I’m not. It’s a legitimate question!

FORTUNE TELLER: It’ll be forty dollars per person, sir.

CALVIN HARRIS: Eight fucking dollars... See what I mean by getting raped?!

Alessandra was quick to drive the point of her elbow into his gut showing that she wasn’t too pleased with the way that he was carrying himself in that particular moment. For a brief moment he just glared at her but went ahead with reaching into his back pocket to pull out his wallet. It pained him to do so, but he tossed four twenty dollar bills on the counter in front of the old woman. She might have been old but when it came to money she was fast. Scooping up the twenties and quickly stuffing them in the register. A bigger smile crossed her lips.

FORTUNE TELLER: It’ll be a pleasure to read your fortunes. Please follow me to the back room.

She waved them along as she started to disappear behind this black curtain. Alessandra made the first move coming around the corner of the desk and followed behind that curtain. Calvin on the other hand just shook his head a little bit. Not fully onboard with the idea. But the logic was happy wife, means happy life right? Rolling his eyes, he followed behind his wife and into the back room. The moment he was there. The old lady was sitting down at a table with a big crystal ball in the middle of that table glowing in a white light.

CALVIN HARRIS: Really? A crystal ball? Isn’t this a little cliche?

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Knock it the hell off and sit down!

Calvin’s eyes locked on his wife’s and it was pretty obvious she meant business. She was becoming quite annoyed with the way that he was carrying himself. Then again truth be told it shouldn’t have been that much of a surprise when it came to how he was acting. Calvin proceeded to take a seat right beside her. Looking across the table at the older woman.

FORTUNE TELLER: Who would like to go first?

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Him.

CALVIN HARRIS: Wait, what?

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: You want to be so difficult about this whole thing. You can now be the one to go first.

CALVIN HARRIS: I don’t think that’s something I want to do.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Too bad, it wasn’t up for discussion. You’re going first.

CALVIN HARRIS: Woman if you don’t stop talking to me like I’m one of our kids.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Well the moment you stop acting like a child is the moment that I’ll stop talking to you like one.

With a little smirk on her lips. Calvin shook his head once again realizing that this wasn’t a war of words he could win against his wife. Turning his attention back to the lady across the table.

CALVIN HARRIS: Guess, I’m first.

FORTUNE TELLER: Excellent. Let’s get started shall we?

CALVIN HARRIS: I guess.

FORTUNE TELLER: Can I get your name sir?

CALVIN HARRIS: Calvin Harris.

FORTUNE TELLER: And your date of birth, please?

CALVIN HARRIS: How the hell is this even relevant?

FORTUNE TELLER: I need to make sure I am looking into the future of the right person.

CALVIN HARRIS: Can’t you do that just by my presence being here. After all you’re a psychic right?

FORTUNE TELLER: It’s not quite that simple.

CALVIN HARRIS: Of course it isn’t. Guess, I better at least get my forty dollars worth of lies and lame predictions. Anyway, I was born on November 19th, 1988.

That being said the woman reached forward and placed both hands on each side of this glowing crystal ball. The moment that her old wrinkled up hands touched either side of the ball. It proceeded to glow even brighter at her touch. Calvin’s eyebrow arched into the air, a little bit of confusion going on. He and Alessandra both watched as the old woman leaned forward peering into the crystal ball with a serious gaze.

FORTUNE TELLER: Calvin, are you a professional wrestler?

CALVIN HARRIS: Yeah. That isn’t a big surprise. I’m kind of known all around the world.

FORTUNE TELLER: And are currently holding the World Heavyweight Championship in a company based out of Las Vegas, Nevada?

CALVIN HARRIS: Yep, again not something that isn’t known by pretty much everyone.

FORTUNE TELLER: But do they all know how bleak your future is about to be?

CALVIN HARRIS: Bleak?

FORTUNE TELLER: Yes, bleak. Your future doesn’t look very hopeful, it isn’t very encouraging, and truth be told it’s not very favorable for you.

CALVIN HARRIS: What the hell is that even supposed to mean?

Silence came following his words. That in itself was frustrating that he wasn’t getting an answer right away to the question that he had just asked. The woman was leaned in a little bit more and peering harder into this glowing crystal ball. Not one to be ignored he began to speak up and make a bit of a scene so to speak.

CALVIN HARRIS: Hello! I know you hear me you old bat! What the hell are you talking about?!

FORTUNE TELLER: I can see that Melbourne, Victoria, Australia is not a place that you want to be in the near future. Specifically on the date of the twenty ninth.

CALVIN HARRIS: Of this month? That’s when I’m set to defend my championship. I’ve got no option and no choice but to be there.

FORTUNE TELLER: I’m aware. But I can see it right here. That night is going to be your demise, Calvin. That night is going to be the worst thing that will ever happen to you in life.

CALVIN HARRIS: What is this some kind of joke to you? What do you not like me as a wrestler and thought it would be funny to mess with me? What did you think it was funny to try and imply that I’d be losing my championship? The one I worked so hard to obtain. Is that what this is?

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Calvin, just knock it off and calm yourself down!

CALVIN HARRIS: No, fuck that. Is that what it is? Answer me you old hag. Is this some kind of joke to you?!

FORTUNE TELLER: No sir. This isn’t a joke. It isn’t a joke at all.

The older woman shook her head from side to side as she looked at Calvin. He was heated and was several seconds from jumping up out of his chair. His blood was boiling. Alessandra’s hand reached out and grabbed a hold of his wrist kind of digging her nails into his skin in attempt to calm him down.

FORTUNE TELLER: Truth be told Calvin. It’s the opposite of a joke. It is a very serious situation. Because it involves more than just losing your championship.

CALVIN HARRIS: No, it has nothing to do with losing my championship. It isn’t going anywhere you old bat!

FORTUNE TELLER: You’re wrong. You will lose the championship, but you will lose much-much more than that. On the twenty nineth, your demise will happen. You will lose your entire career.

CALVIN HARRIS: No, I refuse to believe any of this. You’re making all of this up to get a laugh at my expense. You don’t see anything in that cheap ass ball. Nothing at all!

FORTUNE TELLER: Is that right? Then take a look for yourself.

The woman removed her hands from the crystal ball and took a seat back in her chair. Her eyes fixed on Calvin, kind of like she was calling his bluff. Calvin was of course glaring right at her. His eyes narrowing harder and harder with each look. This was too much for him. This was getting under his skin like one couldn’t believe, but he wasn’t about to find himself getting punked out by some rip off fortune teller. In that being said he pulled himself away from Alessandra’s grip and scooted himself towards the crystal ball. Letting his eyes narrow and glare at it as it glowed. Bringing up both of his hands, he clutched either side of it and glared into the ball.

At first all the man could see is that glowing and seemingly blinding white light. Then just like that the blinding light began to separate and in the center of the ball it was revealed to what looked like a wrestling ring. More importantly than that Calvin could see himself laying on that mat with blood pouring from an open wound on his head. Blood ran from his nose and blood was dripping from his lips. Maybe the most terrifying sight of all was the fact that he wasn’t moving. Not even a little bit. He could see himself not breathing. Then just like that a face popped up into the ball and that face was none other than Dmitri. His face had this demon like smirk on it. Quickly, Calvin let go of the ball as he jumped back nearly falling out of his chair.

CALVIN HARRIS: What the hell was that?!

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Babe, are you okay? What did you see?

FORTUNE TELLER: I told you, Calvin. You looked into the face of your demise.

CALVIN HARRIS: I’m done! I am so fucking done with all of this!

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Come on Calvin. It couldn’t have been that bad!

CALVIN HARRIS: I said I’m fucking done and I mean it!

Following those words Calvin pushed himself up out of the chair in a very frustrated manner. Not another word was said as he stormed right out of the back room and went right back through the curtain. Not looking back, nor even waiting for his wife. Calvin stomped right on out through the front door and back out to the sidewalk that they had been walking on the entire time. His feet hit that concrete pavement and he just kept on going. Hurrying himself down the sidewalk seemingly with every intention to get as far away as he could. At least until he could hear Alessandra’s voice behind him shouting at him.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: CALVIN! WAIT FOR ME, DAMNIT!

His feet came to a halt as he turned back around. She had tried her best to hurry herself to catch up to him in the shoes that she was wearing. His breath was heavy and his face was just covered in frustration still when she caught up to him. Her eyes gazing on his that were seemingly overcome with rage.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Are you okay?

CALVIN HARRIS: I’m fine. Let’s just get home.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Well clearly you’re not fine with the way you just stormed out of there. You saw something or felt something. Something happened and I want you to talk to me about it.

CALVIN HARRIS: Listen to me when I tell you this. I love you very-very much, but leave it the fuck alone. I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to go home.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: But Calvin...

CALVIN HARRIS: ... Alessandra, fucking stop!

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Fine!

As expected there was that attitude of her own. An attitude that could be nasty in her own right and an attitude that was surely going to make the rest of his night a living hell. Sighing heavily to himself, he attempted to reach out and grab a hold of her hand. Though when he did, she jerked away from him and began to walk herself down the sidewalk. With his blood still boiling and the frustration going through him. He left it alone and just started to walk behind her not saying a word. Truth be told what he saw, he couldn’t explain to her for a couple reasons. One it would make her worry. And two, he wasn’t so sure that what he saw was something that he wanted to believe in. There was no denying that this war between himself and Dmitri had gotten out of hand. It had crossed lines. It was becoming a bigger and bigger blood feud each week. But was it really going to end the way that crystal ball pictured? The Martyr deep down just couldn’t accept that.

ACT IV: The Reason Is You

That entire walk home there wasn’t much said between Calvin and Alessandra. She was upset with him for how he had lashed out at her and the fact he didn’t want to explain the situation. He was irritated by what had happened. So he didn’t even bother to try and reason with her. When the couple arrived home, Alessandra was quick to go check on their couple month old child. Meanwhile Calvin saw his sister and their on-call babysitter when it was needed out the door. Upon her leaving, he intended on taking these last few moments to pack a few things that were still needed packed up in order for him to go on his trip the next morning back to Australia for High Stakes.

Walking up the steps of their home. Calvin could already hear the giggling and the sound of feet running across the hall. All of which was coming from his daughter. A small smile was brought to his lips. For the first time in a couple of hours. To know she was always so carefree and enjoying life like a toddler should brought joy to his heart. Reaching the top of the steps at that particular moment. He had turned to head towards the master bedroom that he and Alessandra shared. Course his attention was quickly brought to the sound of feet running up behind him. Turning himself around rather quickly, there was VP with that gap-tooth smile of hers looking up at him. Joy in her eyes and she spoke with such confident for a going on four year old.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Daddy!

CALVIN HARRIS: Yes, VP?

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Will yew pwetty please read Ollie and I story before bed?

CALVIN HARRIS: Sugar, I would love to but I have to do some packing. Dad has a very early flight in the morning.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: But I said pwetty please!

The idea of being told no was just not something that VP ever appreciated. She was always very skilled at getting her way. Her lip instantly stuck out following her words. It was something that was notorious for tugging at his heartstrings. Calvin began to nod his head a little bit as he brought himself in a kneeling position to look her eye to eye.

CALVIN HARRIS: You’re right you did. You’re very good with your manners. I tell you what, let me go pack some last minute things and then I’ll come get you guys for the story. Does that sound good?

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Uhm.... yeah!

CALVIN HARRIS: Then we have ourselves a plan. Go get in your PJs and then in a few moments. I’ll round you and your brother up for a story.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Thank yew!

Her smile returned to her face. She lunged herself forward for that brief moment. Long enough to lock her arms around her father for a tight hug. His own hand pressed against her back to give her a tiny squeeze. Once VP released the hold that she had on him. She turned and sprinted down the hallway towards the direction of her bedroom. Calvin smiled a little more before standing himself up and headed back in the direction he had originally intended. Inside the room, Calvin quickly grabbed a hold of the suitcase that was leaning against the wall. Tossing it down on the bed before unzipping it and looking inside it for that brief moment. Already tucked tightly in the suitcase was his ring gear. Along with his elbow pads, knee pads, and his boots.

At that point there was only a few necessities he needed. Such as clothes to get him through a week, toothbrush, cologne, and so forth. Stepping away from the suitcase and into the built in bathroom of the home. He grabbed a hold of his toothbrush out of the place holder it sat in right along with his tooth paste. Snatched his cologne off the side of the bathroom counter. Walking back out of the bathroom, he tossed the items down into the bag. He turned away from the bag just as quickly to head to the giant walk in closet. He pulled the door open, but the moment he opened the door he looked right at the SCW Heavyweight Championship that was sitting on the top shelf. That way it stayed out of the hands of VP. He stared at the championship long and hard. Only to find himself talking to himself out loud.

“You’re the reason that the battle lines have been drawn.”

He had taken a couple of steps inside the closet. Keeping his gaze intensely on that fifteen pounds of gold sitting up on the top shelf.

“You’re the reason why I’ve made a legitimate enemy out of Dmitri. You’re the reason that I nearly had my back pocket in two at Violent Conduct. You’re the reason I had to have stitches following that Steel Cage match. You’re the reason that Dmitri is out for blood every single time I am in the ring with him. You’re the reason that Dmitri won’t stop targeting me. No matter how many times I beat him. He keeps coming back for more and more, because of you.”

Reaching up with both hands. He snatched the gold championship off the top shelf and proceeded to hold it out in front of him. He could see his name plate right there at the bottom and in the center. Not to mention he could see his reflection in the gold plated plate.

“You’re the reason that every venue I show up at that people are booing me. You’re the reason that every single time I step into the ring I have to deal with some of the most disrespectfu

[Calvin Harris]

 As he clutched that championship in his hand and stared at his own reflection. It was kind of heard to admit to everything that was coming out of his mouth, but at the same time Calvin was always a man that was honest with himself. Maybe a little too honest and maybe someone that was harder on himself than he should be but that’s just how he was. He gripped the championship so hard that his knuckles were turning white.

“But you’re also the reason that I became a professional wrestler. You’re the reason that at sixteen years old you were the only thing I wanted to achieve in life. You’re the reason that I gave twelve plus years of my life to the world of professional wrestling. You’re the reason that I’ve gotten up in the morning after being beat up, just to turn around and do it all again the next day. You’re the reason that I worked for countless promotion after promotion. The reason that I’ve been in more matches that I can remember. The reason that I’ve always given it my best. Regardless of if I was liked or hated. You’re the reason that I came to Sin City Wrestling in the first place. You’re the reason that I can say that a childhood dream I once had became a reality.”

Standing there alone in that walk in closet. Calvin nodded his head a little bit. Seemingly trying to rationalize everything in his head.

“You’re the reason that every single time I step foot into the SCW ring. I am proud to be carrying a company on my shoulders. You’re the reason I am proud because this is an example that hard work pays off. You’re the reason that I’m alright with being hated by all of those people, because it’s essentially letting me know that not only am I doing a good job, but it’s letting me know that I’ve truly made it. So many before me have tried to do what I’m doing now and they’ve failed. You’re also the reason that I am alright with this war I’m in with Dmitri. You’re the reason that I’m alright with the beatings that he brings me. You’re the reason that I’m alright with having match after match with him. Because it gives me a chance to show that I’m better than him and gives me the chance to show I am that damn good as the champion. You’re the reason I am perfectly okay with how violent, how bloody, and how over the top things will get at High Stakes. To top it all off. You’re also the very reason I’m alright with the fact that my career may be hanging in the balance with this match at High Stakes.”

There was a very brief pause on his end. Silence just consuming him for those brief couple of seconds. Calvin seemingly just standing there to collect himself. Looking right back at his reflection and that championship as a whole.

“And the reason I’m okay with that is because I know that when it comes down to it. My career won’t be ended. I know that when it comes down to it Dmitri will fall short. I know when it comes down to it. You’re not going to leave my side. You won’t leave my grasp. You won’t find yourself a new home around anyone else’s waist. For the simple fact that I am your true keeper. No one has treated you better than me and no one else in SCW has ever proven that they are more worthy of being the champion than me. You and I belong together for eternity. No fortune teller will break us. No made up future will become the reality. No way in hell with Dmitri ever get his dirty undeserving paws on you again. That’s my dying promise to you. For bringing me all the success I ever wanted as a professional wrestler.”

Following those words escaping his lips. He lifted the championship up to his face. That’s when his lips found themselves pressing against the front of the gold plated championship. This moment almost seemed like an intimate moment between him and an object. This moment seemed like he showed some actual love for an object. Outside of his home, on camera, or just anyone seeing this very moment would make them question many things about this man. Very awkward, but also very real with emotion at the same time. His lips left the championship as he turned himself around with the title in hand walking out of the closet. That being said he placed the championship inside of his suitcase staring at it one last time. Simply put The Martyr didn’t believe this would be the last time he saw the championship and he’d do everything in his power to make sure it wasn’t the very last time that he saw it. High Stakes was going to be a night no one could afford to miss out on.

[Dmitri]

 The beginning of the End.

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Dmitri can be seen sitting in the Sculpture Garden of the National Garden of Victoria. His hair hanging over his face and his beard has been wild. Clearly the vampire hasn’t bothered doing anything to clear up his appearance or his personal hygiene. He has an empty bottle next to him that consisted of red, but it has been empty since last night as he had wandered the streets of Melbourne all night and came to this park early in the morning. Moments before it was opened for the tourists to visit, not taking very long before the crowds had gathered around and watch the many sculptures of art. But Dmitri’s attention did not attract any of it while sitting opposite a bronze statue from Cole Sopov, called the Black Mark.

“All those promises I made, it felt so definite… as if the truth nodded me in the face in agreement. As if there was nothing else in this world that was so true, yet it wasn’t… was it??”

His whispers are barely able to be heard, his throat is so dry, clearly since this early morning he has not drank a drop. His pale white skin has turned into an ugly like grey features, his eyes are bloodshed red as his thirst has been immense. And yet he does not give into it, as if he does no longer want it anymore. A dove lands in front of him, used to tourist throwing bread crumbs at it and sometimes even whole pieces of bread if it is lucky. Yet today there is no give, nothing would show any care of feeding a creature like that. Causing the head to twist and turn sideways, while the dove’s eyes constantly keeps in contact with the thirsty vampire.

“Promises for everything to be different in comparison to what I have been through in the past. No more hope, no more desire…, no more concern of anything else in this life besides regret”

His mumbling is pointless, there’s no direction of where he wishes to lead his mind towards. As his mind has left him, made him numb to anything and everyone out there far or nearby. A young family passes the vampire, not even noticing the elderly creature as the chit chat between the young father and mother makes them unaware of what danger possibly could be in front of them. Only their young child of four years old, holding her mother’s hand    stares at Dmitri with it’s big and innocent blue eyes.

“I know little Charlotte, you are so pure and innocent. Innocence that always attracts the curiosity of that what you have not seen before.”

The young child  follows her parents, yet can’t help but look back at the vampire before they have turned a corner and walked towards another statue. Dmitri’s body remains silent and motionless. After five minutes of being in this position he finally moves as he turns his head sideways, sniffing in the air as if he has caught a scent.

“She’s close….”

He knows already that she has caught his, so no use for him to vanish now. He knows that she will always find him, besides he loves her and does not want to run from her. Causing him to sigh, he already knows he shouldn’t have asked for some time off after losing that title match. But she understood him,, knowing that he had to contain his rage for losing another title in his first title defence. Irritated also over what happened between him, Tuscini and Uncle Pinky a few weeks ago. Irritations were flaring up high, then again he couldn’t blame them. And to make it all worse his lost tag match that he and Tuscini went up against Harris and Griffin, causing him to finally snap and run off.

“I need a drink….”

Suddenly a bottle of red was presented to him by the hand he knew oh so well, his lover and his woman Gothika has found him at last.

“Need company??”

He knew he couldn’t resist her presence, he lifted his face upwards towards her. Feeling the love radiate from her face as he nods his head as he grins. Causing his face almost to burst into cracks due to the lack of blood.

“You look awful, next time I am sticking with you whether you like it or not”

He sighs, then again he regretted the decision he had made. Knowing full well that she would be there for him and make him feel better. But he didn’t wanted to feel better, not until he had taken back what he had fought for so many times last year and had to endure the pain and suffering for a whole year now. He looks at his hands and notices how sickening the color of his skin made him feel, causing him to unscrew the bottle and pours some in the glass that Gothika also had brought along with her.

“You do know that men with class don’t drink straight from the bottle don’t you?”

His eyes are shut after his lips come in contact with the wine glass, he feels the liquid slowly pour down his throat as his body eagerly accepts the liquid. His dry upper lip catches as much of the liquid as possible as he continues to drink until the glass is finally emptied after a few sips.

“I know my dear Damia, I just….”

He stops talking, he feels a sharp pain stabbing him in the chest. He knows that it came from the lack of drinking after finishing that empty bottle, causing his body to react to the sudden need for more. He feels her eyes staring at him, feeling her concern and yet understanding.

“After the last few weeks, I feel I need to dig deeper into the animal that people proclaim for me to be. They want the mindless, non caring monster that they always boo on movies? They wish to see Count Dracula rise from the dead once more and extend his arms and fly into the sky as he turns into a bat and eventually takes the blood away from a virgin??”

“Dmitri….”

“ISN’T OUR JOB TO DO WHAT THE PEOPLE WANT?!!!!! I’m this close to give them exactly what they think they want, but never should have asked for in the first place. Especially My sweet little incomprehensible boy called Calvin Harris”

His mind races back to a day from the past, going back to when he was young, he was pure. He hadn’t changed yet. Running through the fields of his parent’s home. Chasing after his brothers as they were older than him, picking on him. Causing his temper to finally snap. He was always the one getting picked on, even though he knew they loved him, they he could not stand them for picking on him. Wanting him to become a man.

”Is that all what you got Dmitri??!!!”

The words of Yevgeni still echo through his mind to this very day, he was the oldest of his brothers. He was the best in sports, he got the best grades, handsome. Dmitri loved him, but could not stand to be around him. And the tormenting ways of his brother wanted him to get even with him. No matter the price that he had to pay…., did he ever pay the price for that…

“Dmitri??”

He shakes off from his memory lapse, to stare into the beautiful blue eyes of Gothika as she sips so elegantly from her own glass of red. He sees her lips part, the very same lips that he worshipped and would kill to kiss every single night. After a moment or two of silence he breaks free, sighing as he grins.

“I’m sorry Damia, I just had a memory relapse to my youth as a human…”

She looks at him curious while she continues to take little sips from the glass of red.

“Care to share??”

After a few moments of grinding his teeth he finally gives in, knowing that it’s better to share every intimate detail with your partner than rather hide it. Believing that it may even help his consciousness as he starts to talk while we drift back to that very same day.

“Come on Dmitri…, you will never reach the weightlifting team if you do not improve!!!”

Dmitri was a young man of 19, he had a thing for weightlifting and was really good at it, yet his oldest brother would never get the recognition that he craved for. At times he could be a very cold individual, especially towards Dmitri. Made Dmitri wonder what he has done to deserve this.

“Can’t we rest?? I need something to drink…”

Dmitri drops the barbell on the ground and walks towards the bench where his bottle of water is at. He grabs it and starts to drink from it before pouring it over his bare upper body, causing the cold water to cool him off as he loves the feeling of the water touching his skin. He grabs a towel to dry him off before looking at his brother. A 32 year old, that who is adored as a God by everyone and feared by even more. Dmitri wondered how his brother didn’t looked a day older than when he was 24.

“Don’t ask yourself stupid questions Dmitri…, perform damnit!!”

Dmitri raises an eyebrow, how in the hell did Yevgeni know? He takes the towel to his face and dries it off one final time before walking to the barbell. His brother added another 50 pounds of weight, Dmitri knew that he was always pushing to get better every single day.

“When the day comes Dmitri, just be sure that you are ready”

Ready?? Dmitri’s eyes does not leave his brother’s as he slowly lowers his upper body to reach for the barbell. Both hands grab the steel of the bar as his fingers stretch out, making sure that he has enough grip to lift it up as he executes the “Clean” as he rests the bar across his shoulders while his legs are bend. He then quickly gets to a standing position and waits for a few seconds before dropping the barbell. Waiting for the critique that he knew his brother always had towards him.

“Good job”

Dmitri froze, slowly looks up at his brother as he cannot believe that he complimented him for a job well done. He wants to say something but his brother beat him to the punch.

“Don’t get your hopes up though, you are still far away from reaching your goal. Just like you never could catch me in the fields outside our home. I thought you were supposed to be genetic superior to everyone out there. What a joke you have become”

His hopes of finally have done something good in the eyes of his oldest brother quickly vanished, he should have known better. He was never good enough for him since he came back from the big city of Moscow. He hated him for his big change, he used to be so kind until that very day that he left them to go to the university. He was the first of the family to have gathered such an honor, even though nobody knew who had given him that chance as they were a relatively poor family. Dmitri was young back then, he excelled in everything and apparently his brother could not accept that even though he never openly showed it.

He remembered how his brother looked back then, long but not very athletic or strong, another question that made Dmitri wonder how he changed into something impressive of a specimen that he has became to this very day. But he remembered how young he looked then and to this very day still did. But in the end he shook his head and went back to execute a few more sessions of the clean as he notices between sessions that his brother’s focus isn’t there so much on him anymore. He can see him stare through the window to the outside, as if there is something that drew him in. something that Dmitri has never witnessed before.

“Yevgeni??”

He does not turn his attention towards his younger broher, as if he didn’t even hear him. Causing Dmitri to take a step towards his brother.

“Don’t Dmitri, take one more step and she will know you are here”

She? Who is he talking about?? Dmitri’s mind is racing about this she?? And how can a woman be any threat to him?? He is pumped, he is fast and strong. No way that a….

“No way that a woman could do any harm to you Dmitri?? Is that how you like to perceive yourself as untouchable?? You think you can outlast those who can wait ten times a life time with ease?? Don’t you get it?? I’m cursed with this life that I never wanted Dmitri!! I want to save you from that same fate that I went through!! Because SHE said she only wanted you!!”

He sees his rage in his eyes, a rage he has never seen before. Taking a few steps backwards as he notices something. His eyes are turning to dark red, his mouth opens as he notices fangs that he has never seen before on his brother. Causing him to wonder what is going on, looking around he notices the door to the hallway. Then he looks back at his brother, that isn’t there anymore. Clearly he has ran off without him even noticing him to be gone…, what is going on???

“So your brother was a vampire??”

Dmitri has stopped talking about what happened that day, experiencing the family secret that he carried with him all these centuries, knowing that he could not tell anyone in his family as they were slaughtered not many years later. Something that he only found out years after when he went back to find his father. To understand the truth what Ekaterina has done to them, the memories that causes him to shed a tear for the very first time in a very long time. He lowers his face, trying to hide his tears from her even though he knows that she saw it and knew that he was crying.

She extends her arms around him, taking him into her as she holds him while he cries upon her shoulder as a little kid that had fallen of his skateboard and feels pain all over.

“She killed everyone I loved, she killed people I loved before I was turned. She killed people while I was in my process of turning and afterwards. I was so scared of her….”

The words echo through the mind of Gothika, causing anger to build inside of her as well as concern. Knowing that she couldn’t do anything except of being there for him and that made her feel helpless, her fangs grow as she feels her anger growing towards the woman she hates. The woman that she saved Dmitri from and made him realize that he did not have to be her pet for eternity. She eventually sighs, letting her love for him take over her mind instead of her uncontrollable rage that she is feeling.

“I’m here Dmitri…. I’m here….”

“Thank you Damia….”

“The conclusion, part one”

Ballarat, Victoria, Australia.</color>

A city located on the Yarrowee River in the Central Highlands of Victoria, Australia. Approximately 65 miles west-north-west of the state capital, Melbourne. A town that was a part of the infamous Gold Rush in that area between the 1850’s and the 1860’s.

Dmitri can be seen walking around the town of Ballarat, passing buildings that would make you remind the days of the gold rush as they are still very authentic. He is wearing his traditional suit that he always wears, but this time instead of the usual dark red/black color he has decided to wear a light blue suit. He walks around as everywhere there are touristic reminders from the days in the 19th century, where this little sheepherding station town turned into a town where gold was to be found nearby. He stares through a window and grins as he shakes his head

“How things change over the years, yet certain things in the lives of humans will always remain the same. Because even though the methods of achieving great heights changes, the desire of you humans will never change. The only thing that you care about is obtaining the gold and once you had that very first taste… You will do anything to keep holding on to it like a desperate fool. And you and me are going to wage over something that is filled with gold huh Calvin??”

He walks past a few buildings as his eyes travel from left to right rather quickly as he studies the people that passes him bye. Not noticing the difference in the vampire that studies them without them realizing it, but eventually the interest is just locked upon one certain person.

“They say people change when they know gold is nearby huh Calvin?? Just like you have changed since that Battle Royal. Even though when you look over your shoulder on the backseat of your car, you will proclaim that everything like they should be. You on top of the world and the championship belt to prove that fact doesn’t it Calvin?? They even say that some humans can almost smell or even taste gold Calvin, is it just as bad for you when you come out and proclaim your rightful claim on that belt? Clutching on to it like a mad man being possessed. Possessed by a thirst and desire that would even if necessary give you inhuman strength??”

Dmitri chuckles as he closes his eyes and shakes his head, he takes his hands out of his pockets and slowly raises them towards his face. Pulling away his hair that is waving in front of his face due to the soft blowing wind that blows through the city.

“I must apologize if I have to bury the assumptions of those desperate fools that are addicted to that what pollutes their mind beyond believe. You see weaklings always need an encouragement to do things that they believe they can’t do without stimulation, a stimulation that only proves to me that you are nothing more than a weakling and have no confidence in yourself. You proclaim to have all the trust upon yourself huh? And why wouldn’t you? You overcame all the odds and regained the championship belt against a man that you couldn’t beat”

“Now these words must sound rather harsh after pinning me to reclaim that championship belt, the same man that you beat in a battle royal to become a one time champion. And yet does it sting you to the fact that you finally did score a pin on me after four matches? Let’s not kid ourselves Calvin, you know damn well what I am capable off inside that squared circle. Especially when everything is on the line and when I need that price possession once more around my waist. Or is it merely a sinful thought to think that way??”

He stares ahead of him, he sees an emerging of a building ahead of him all the way on the other end of the road. He still needs to walk past several blocks of buildings before reaching his goal.

“You see, people would ultimately be saying that time is running out for me. That I should be worried that if I fail this time… that history will repeat itself. While for me, there is nothing more than all the time in the world Calvin. And you know why?? Because these two weeks of waiting for the rage to be build, the two weeks of our thirst to be clenched into be the one that sinks the teeth into a championship belt that we both believe that should be of ourselves to begin with. There’s a thought that soothes me Calvin, knowing that in the end destiny ultimately will prevail and will right he wrong that has been done upon the victim in the first place. While the other will just desperately try to run to their Placer deposit filled with gravel and scoop some up in his pan and wash away all the filth in hopes to find gold”

“But you don’t do things like that do you Calvin? Oh no, you are the weakling that screams and begs and make noises without saying something. Is that why you hide behind characters that are above 100 characters?? Foolish thought to think that after my beatdown you would change for the better. I should have known better that humans only use desperation to find that final straw to hold on. At least I had to crawl through the dirt, I had to scratch every layer of skin from every sorry sod of the world that stood in front of me. All I was supposed to do was to wait my friend, WAIT!! Do you know how desperate you were when you realized that you only had to wait for a few weeks before regaining your gold??? That was torture wasn’t it?? That was horrible to wake up late at night, realizing that your girlfriend has left you for someone else. Wondering whether she would ever be yours once more.”

He feels the hair fall in front of his eyes once more, he stares at a window of a barber shop. Seeing the old fashioned ways of shaving and cutting someone as he feels his beard with his hand. Realizing how rough his beard has become while never taking his eyes off the barber shop.

“Sometimes humans make decisions that either benefits them or it ultimately breaks them down and be forgotten Calvin. You have made your decision that at this moment on the crossroad of your career. Whether your desperation for the gold rush was the final gold clump that you will ever have in your hands… or the fact that sacrificing yourself for the greater good will for evermore protect you from destruction?? “

“You see Calvin, those men that went out of their habitats to find gold were sick, those men where impossibly to be cured with any antidote or medication. Because they were sick in their own stinking heads, they were on a quest to fill their pockets with everything that would make their eyes shine in greed. You are just the same Calvin, you just don’t know it whether your trail of luck will continue,mk or that the final piece of gravel was dumped upon your pan and there’s no more water left to help you find another opportunity. Just like those who went away from Ireland, Germany and even Chinese leaving their country to find a hope for more. Only to realize that their luck never was endless to begin with. Your luck will soon end up in a chair like this…. Where I will strip you from everything that you are worth and even more Calvin”..

“You see my friend, you are nothing without your gold. Because without it, there is no ego that can be fed with your own lies. Telling everyone else that each and every other person is to be blamed for everything that YOU have failed to achieve. Remember your first and only title defense??? You lost Calvin, you lost to the man that will stand once more in front of you in that six sided ring. The same man that has that same thirst to undo the wrong that has been done to me my entire fucking life Calvin. Oh no, not just you and not just J2H. Oh no Calvin, that would be too easy as you previously put such an emphasise upon that I realized that I had to dig deeper into my soul. Digging deeper into the forgotten memories of forgotten centuries that it made me realize that everyone hates me.. each and every one out there is disgusted by me. And why?? Because I’m better, because I’m what YOU wish to be!! A God amongst the living that die eventually while I will live on forever”.

He closes his fists as he is taking a step closer to the door of the barber shop, he closes his eyes while grinding his teeth.

“Is that why you told the world you were going to kill me Calvin? Knowing deep down inside you wouldn’t be able to do so. Yet hoping that it would open up some old wounds from the days of the pitch forks and burning crosses?? You are so pathetic Calvin, because just like Al Pacino once told so vividly in the Scarface movie… “You need people like me. You need people like me so you can point your fuckin' fingers and say, "That's the bad guy." So I guess the worlds needs to be saved from the “bad guy” Isn’t it?? How ironic to see that an addict want to save the world, while the only thing that you want to save is your stinking hide Calvin. But I can see the direction of a desperate fool like you has made you be the man that you supposed to be…. But being as champion?? You still need to prove it!!”

He grins as he is shaking his head before turning his attention towards the camera.

“I KNOW THAT YOU WILL BE PROCLAIMING THE SAME ABOUT ME!! But at High Stakes, it isn’t about who was the better champion jackass!! It is about who wants to obtain that championship the belt the most and is willing to do it in the most painful way to the other. And you better believe it that I am willing to rip the shit out of your body and hold it in front of my eyes and watch it sprawl over until it stops. You want to be all evil? You want to be the mind boggling mind fuck?? Trying to choke out a woman?? Oh gee, I guess the world really has become hyped up into the charactrism that is your complete mind fuck!! You go ahead and ask Pussy Willow afterwards if you can have her autograph as you were a big fan since you lost your fucking diapers okay??”

“You see Calvin, I always figure you out and it is cool though. Cool to the extent to where you are trying to find your way until you head a dead end my friend. And when the walls are closing on you and you turn around, you become the dear that will be staring into my headlights before I take away everything that makes you Calvin freaking Harris.”

With that Dmitri walks into the barber shop as the shot slowly fades.

The History Continues</color>


We come back where we see Dmitri and Gothika sitting down at a restaurant, both are dressed in formal outfits.  Dmitri is dressed in a black Armani suit with a blood collarless shirt.  He has on ruby cufflinks and a platinum watch with ruby accents to match, while Gothika is wearing a black satin ankle length mermaid dress with a plunging back and neckline covered in clear mesh fabric that shows off her curves rather nicely.  She has on a pair of black satin opera length gloves, and a diamond necklace with matching earrings and bracelets on each wrist. Her hair is pulled up in a sleek twist with two tendrils of curls hanging down on each side of her face. In the back we hear a pianist and violinist play some classic music to create a nice atmosphere. The two are calmly eating their meal as neither of them wish to intrude the other’s meal. The camera moves around the entire room as we see that the restaurant is completely filled with customers enjoying their meals as we see the walls to be filled with pictures of royalties and famous rock and popstars that has visited the restaurant in the past. The camera’s head back to both Dmitri and Gothika as they both toasted each other glasses once more before taking a drink.

“You look wonderful tonight Damia”

Hearing these words causes her to smile with an angelic smile before she puts the napkin to her lips and she cleans her mouth from the red that she just drank.  

“It has been quite some time since we’ve been in a restaurant with more than three Michelin stars like this Dmitri, with Michael it was usually rave parties and having fun with the girls. And that was fun and all, don’t get me wrong.  But there were moments when I wanted more romance.  We would go out every once in a while, but if we went somewhere fancy, it was always something I planned, and it always ended in a fight.  But….”

Her mind drifts off, thinking back at that one time that they had such an argument in a restaurant like this. The one evening that Dmitri made contact with her through their minds as everything around them seemingly stood still. It hurt her a bit that she started to talk about Michael, even though she is with Dmitri now. The man that stared into her eyes with the kindness there behind his eyes that made her melt, knowing that both of them did not have much time to be together because of their important matches at the High Stakes super card she found he meant so much to her.  So the moments that they were given to be together like this, she felt that they had to be very special.

“But I missed the intimacy like this.  You know, getting the chance to actually go out and dress up as if we are royalty. Having candles burning between us. And not to forget the music...  I really have missed this…”

She smiles as she sees him extending his hand towards her, putting his hand on hers.  They sit like that, savoring the moment of silence between them.  She is enjoying the soft caress of his hand on top of hers, making her feel loved and wanted.  He sighs softly and looks deep into her brown eyes.


The two smile at each other as Dmitri grabs the glass of red and stares at it for a few moments before taking a sip from it.

“There’s something that I wish to give you too Dmitri”

Her eyes are pierced into his as he looks at her, wondering what she is talking about.

“Since we met, there’s something I’ve been wanting to experience. Now, as you know, I was forced to become like this.  I was not given the opportunity to choose this life, and I've always I felt that I should hate what I am. I've felt That I should be disgusted by what we have to do to survive.  But since I met you… I've come to realize the joy and the beauty that can come from the life that I've been given.  And even though I still don't like how we have to live... I've come to accept it.  And that is all because of you.   I'm no longer disgusted about what I've become, and I actually like myself again.”

She looks away, turning her face from him as she did not want to look him in the eyes while having all those sad memories come back alive. Causing him to grab both hands as he has a look of concern for the woman that he loves.

“I know that people love us as the Fallen, I know that we make young girls feel proud to be women. I know that most people don’t see me as a vampire…, but I am…. I am, but I’ve never truly allowed myself to be one. I felt that there is a part of me missing...  A part of me that was taken from me when I was turned.  I tried to find that part again... That humanity which I thought was lost... But I realized, it's still there. It's just a little bit different.  I tried to hide the things that I craved.  Even when Michael allowed me to feed upon him, I felt ashamed by what I was doing. I felt it was ugly... a dirty little secret to be kept behind closed doors and in the darkness.  I think Michael wanted it like that, though his motives were so much more different than mine.  But what I feel right now...  It's just so much more!”

He looks at her, remains silent as he knows that this is a very important moment for her to express herself. Caressing the top of her hands as he feels the pressure burning inside her.

“I didn’t want to feed Dmitri.  Not from an unwilling person.  Even with the willing, like Michael... It always frightened me!  It's why I drink the blood wine, and from the blood bags, and the packages that the Council always had… even from the fountain that you enjoy so much.”

He grins as he remembers the first time that she and her went to the council a long time ago, to discuss his situation with Ekaterina as well as them about their dream fasting. After a few moments he looks up at her and sees the tears slowly coming from her eyes as she wipes them away.

“The thirst frightens me, Dmitri!  I always thought, how could I have not felt that way about another person??  It's so strong!!  It's why I basically starve myself, and try to find alternatives...  It's why I eat real food like I have a tapeworm, to try and stop the thirst, but it doesn't help.  Not really anyways.  Unless I have a little bit of red with what I eat to curb the cravings, the pain is so intense at times, I curl up in a ball and weep!  My body screams at me!  It says, 'I live on the blood on the living, let me feast damnit!!', but I know if I give in, someone will be hurt, or worse!!  And I can't do that to someone.”

Some heads look up at them as Dmitri turns towards them, stares into their eyes as they suddenly turn back to their meals as if they had never heard the remark of Gothika.

“But since I met you, it's so different!!  I feel I’m alive for the first time in years!!  I feel like I’ve awoken from a horrible dream, and I don't want to go back there again.  I feel the hunger for blood still, because I have neglected it for I don’t know how many years, but it doesn't frighten me anymore.  I've realized that if I just have enough of this….”

She looks down at the glass that is next to their hands as her gaze is one of disgust, knowing that it is fresh preserved blood. But not the blood of someone that she could have feasted upon. Her fangs are slowly starting to become visible as her eyes are slowly changing, Dmitri realizes that her thirst for blood is taking control over her. Realizing that he has to protect the people around them as he quickly puts down money on the table to cover for the bills. When she reopens her eyes she notices that they are outside as Dmitri has put his jacket around her shoulders and holding on to her waist from behind. Staring to the darkness of the night of one of the buildings that completes the nightline of Melbourne, Australia.  

“Thank you Dmitri…, I wouldn’t have known what I would have done.”

He wraps his arms around her even tighter, pulling her closer towards him as he kisses the side of her head.

“I know what you want my love, I know what you crave for and how much you need to learn the things that I have learned. I know the craving is so powerful that it will be almost impossible to contain. But I also know that this is a good feeling, because now you realize that you are truly alive as the vampire that you are supposed to be”.

She lets out a growl as her eyes turn blood red from the uncontrollable urges for blood.  He recognizes the urges that he has felt as well when he was young. When he was resisting the reality that was staring him in the eyes only a week after he got turned. Trying to resist the blood of the innocent, trying to deny the fact that he was now a vampire. The fact that he'd become one of the creatures that feasted upon the blood of the humans to survive. This made him close his eyes in pain, as he wanted to forget the memories that he had that aligned himself with Ekaterina. And yet, he was also happy to have seen that Gothika is slowly embracing her true calling.  

“It is not time yet my love, you are not ready yet. I know this is hard for you to understand, but for now I ask of you to feed upon my blood”

“But….”

He whispers in her ear and that causes her to stop, as it sends shivers down her spine. Her fangs are revealed once more. Her growling slowly starting to get louder as we see her blood red eyes slowly turn into light blue eyes but with a red marking in the middle. She grips her nails into his legs as she anticipates his next move as he slowly lifts his wrist towards her mouth. She brings her mouth closer and closer to his wrist as she only sees the veins around his wrist. Her hearing becomes super focused, and she can hear the beat of his heart, and the pumping of his blood inside of his body, as if it has an intoxicating effect on her. Biting her fangs into the thin air as his wrist slowly comes closer and closer to her thirst.

“Be careful my pretty, do not drink too much...”

“SHUT UP!!”

Her words of desperation and thirst amuses him.  Oh, how he remembered how he used to be begging and swearing to the delight of Ekaterina, and it made him wonder whether she has always been so bad as he could have remembered. Finally allowing Gothika her desired thirst to be quenched, he lets her start feeding from his wrist as she willing accepts the offer.  

“Oh yes…..”

A soft moan of desire escapes her mouth after having drank her first drops of blood from his veins before returning to the two holes that she created with her own two fangs.  She stands there for a long while, the slurping sound so loud as he strokes her hair with his other hand.  He doesn't even realize when the sucking has become soft kisses, until he sees that she's looking up at him with her normal brown eyes again.  She pulls her mouth from his wrist, and moves to wipe the red from around her mouth, but he stops her and pulls her to him, kissing her softly.  She moans and whispers against his lips.

"Thank you!  Thank you so much for understanding!!"

He pulls back and chuckles, stroking her cheeks gently as he laps as the last droplets from around her lips.

I've been through exactly this.  You're a wonder to me!  You have such strict control when you should be out of your mind with hunger!  You're basically still a newborn.  Without guidance from their maker, it can take up to fifty years for a fledgling to find the control you found in less than a decade.  You are so amazing my love!"

She blushes and lays her cheek against his chest with a soft sigh.

“I will guide you through every step that you have to take to fully understand what you truly are my love. Just like Calvin Harris will understand what he is and what he will become after I am done with him. While you??”

He grins as he sees her head slowly move towards his face as her brown eyes stare back at his.

“You will show the London Underground who you truly are…. One half of the NEW SCW Bombshell tag team champions of the world…. And my true love…”

With that the two grin as they both kiss each other in harmony before the shot slowly fades to darkness.

“The Conclusion,  part two”

Melbourne Cricket Ground, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia</color>

Dmitri can be seen standing on the grounds of the legendary Melbourne Cricket Ground as of a part of a SCW inter promotional tour through the land of Down Under, as well as hyping up the High Stakes VII Super Card on the 29th of October. He is wearing a traditional cricket outfit as well as holding a bat in his hands as he is being helped by legendary former Australia cricket player Steve Waugh. Teaching him how to best swing the bat and how to hit the ball that the bowler would bowl (throw) at him. We can hear a stadium speaker talk to the fans as to remind the fans that after the exhibition that Dmitri will be signing autographs for them.

“So you think you got the hang of it Dmitri??”

“Well I’m more the golf type of person Steve, but I’m willing to give it a try”

Steve nods as he turns his attention to the bowler, who is Pat Cummings. A 23 year old bowler, who is one of the bowlers of the current Australian national team. Who comes running down and bowls the ball as Dmitri swings and hits the ball as that causes the fans to cheer for him.

“Nice swing Dmitri, maybe we should invite you to stay and become Australian??”

Dmitri grins as nods towards the bowler to bowl him another ball as Cummings nods his head. He prepares for another bowl, this time the ball is a fast throw. Almost catching Dmitri off guard, but still manages to bat it to the side of the grounds to much of the pleasure of the fans.

“I guess I could always become a cricket player”

Dmitri grins, but then he sees the picture of the High Stakes VII main event of him against Calvin Harris. In an attempt for him to regain the SCW heavyweight championship as that causes him to change his mood. He stares back at the bowler, who nods at him for another bowl. This time the Australian national team cricket player bowls as fast as he can, even surprising Dmitri as he is unable to hit the ball and it hits the wickets, causing the top ends to fall to  the ground. Causing Dmitri to be eliminated from the cricket try out as we see Uncle Pinky already holding the bat as a baseball bat, causing Dmitri to roll his eyes while turning towards Steve Waugh.

“Good luck with that guy, to him everything is like baseball”

The two grin as Dmitri walks off, but his mind is focused on the screen that still shows the picture for the main event between him and Harris. Causing his face to get back and becomes dark all over again, sitting down on a chair as he watches Uncle Pinky make a fool out of him before completely blocking everything that is happening around him.

“Calvin….Harris….”

The name slowly rolls from his lips, the man that angers him. The man that stands in his way to become once again the SCW heavyweight champion. The man that has angered him for several weeks now after reclaiming his championship belt. And all he has to blame is himself, that to him is the hardest pill to swallow of the entire situation.

“For weeks you have been coming out, saying you don’t fear me. Saying that I am nowhere to be found when you show up. I must applaud you to at least keep trying to persuade the average joe, sitting in the front row of the arena. Who has bought a ticket to see us perform, allowing them to show what they think of us before going home. I must applaud you if you have succeeded to make them believe that I am all that what you say I am and even more… because that’s what liars and cheats do don’t they??”

“I know that deep down inside your stinking gut that there must be a part of you that actually believes what you are saying. And why wouldn’t you?? You are the stinking SCW Heavyweight Champion of the world… and I’m just what you proclaim to be…. Unworthy to have ever wore that championship belt. That’s where your confidence is at, knowing that you FINALLY managed to take down that seemingly impossible odd that stood in your way. But that’s where your problem is at right now Calvin, you have succeeded once… why would you try again?? Why would the world heavyweight champion has to do the same thing once again?? Because you know deep down inside the question will linger, can you do it again???”

“Because in life there are many decisions that you have to take Calvin, whether you grab the bat by the handle and swing for another shot at glory like I will be doing. Or will you watch your career fall down to the ground and shatter your hopes and dreams when you see that wicket completely fall apart. Knowing that in the end you had failed in your attempt to be the very best at the end of the night. And after how would this confrontation end Calvin? As the world title has shifted hands a few times, where we have proven that we had our minds on every single detail that would propel us to the very top of our industry. Where the other is being thrown back to place number two and beyond”

He grabs another cricket bat that is beside him, he holds it in front of his watchful eyes as he slowly turns it, causing him to see the smaller and wider side of it.

“The impact of such a bat is rather impressive Calvin, it even surprised me. A man of sophistication as I’m sure that a man like you rather enjoys the sound of a cracking baseball bat that sends a baseball into the air. In the hopes of catching another home run as the fans fight over the ball and are too occupied with just obtaining that once of a lifetime opportunity. A once in a lifetime opportunity, somehting that you could perhaps point towards me that I had my opportunity and blew it. That I had the belt, that I had the prestige and I drowned under the pressure of it all just because I wanted it too fucking much!!”

“And who could blame the thoughts coming from your mind directed to your lips, as the historical facts are there… But so are yours Calvin…, the fact that you carry around the championship belt as if you have learned from your mistakes makes me wonder. Wonder whether you know exactly what you got yourself into. You see my friend, a vulnerable predator adapts.. a predator that is hungry adapts, it strikes at moments that it normally wouldn’t. Because let’s face it.., I didn’t… I was too pre occupied with the fact that I had what I was waiting for one fucking year Calvin. And I watched it slip through my fingers, I watched my hands emptied for the very first time since a very long time… And yet it caused me to wake up, it caused me to open my eyes and gain something that will propell me back at the championship belt.

He grinds his teeth as he hears the people laugh, he turns towards Uncle Pinky who is being explained by Steve Waugh that he shouldn’t hold the cricket bat like a baseball bat.

“You always needed the spotlight didn’t you Calvin? You always needed the fullest of attention. You wanted to swing the bat and hit that homerun, but instead of watching it ending up in whatever arena. You want to see it fly higher and higher, out of reach of everyone else as you are too fucking scared of one day watching your rise to the top fall down to the ground… or even worse, being caught at the final moment as someone’s hand reaches over any of the boards and catch the ball at the final moment. Breaking your wildest hopes and dreams and make you walk to the bench in the hope for another try later in the game. While here in Cricket my dear sweet Calvin, it is you that dictates your run at the top. It is you that constantly stops everyone that attempts to knock you off the top off YOUR mountain. It is YOU that looks in the eyes of your opposition and swing to stay on top and move on. Because you are the type of champion that aims, that swings and sits down to rest as the rest do your stinking job. No Calvin, I swing and keep on swinging. I turn down every possible threat that may get in my way and I don’t let others protect the lead that you created. Because you like to have your victory walk past four bases, soaking up that cheers of the fans. While you are just the one hit wonder Calvin, you see you perhaps hit my wickets and caused one of the bails to fall down. But as long as there is an opportunity left for me to reclaim my championship belt away from you… I will take it Calvin. You should have ended me last week, you should have ended me in your title rematch that you reclaimed my belt. You left me breathing Calvin, you allowed me to walk around the world and hate you even more. You gave me another opportunity to swing to beat you and take home the gold. Because the way I see it Calvin, I only need one more run to take home the gold… and when I’m done with you…. You will realize after waking up in your bed, looking around and miss out your championship belt…. That you fucked up Calvin… clear and simple… you fucked… up…”

[Dmitri]

 A revelation</color>

The shot comes back as we see Dmitri in his hotel room now, Gothika is gone to do some promotional work for the SCW. Giving him some time to prepare himself for his training for his title rematch against Calvin Harris on the 29th of October. He is wearing sweat pants, enjoying the softness of the cloth around his legs and waist as he isn’t preparing to go out there, not having to worry about looking like the sophisticated vampire that he has been for centuries. He looks at his bare chested upper body, looking at his hands as he slowly starts to close them before reopening them several times in a row. Causing him to be mesmerized by the hands that he knows how to love Gothika with, but also crush people like he wish to do to Calvin Harris inside the six sided ring.

“Is this what you had foreseen Yevgeni??  Is this what you were so worried about??  You should have told me you stubborn son of a bitch. I… ahhh.”

He shakes his head, the words are echoing through his head. The words that he does not want to hear, the words that he can’t stand. Yet after the talks that he had with Gothika earlier on made him relive all the moments that lead up to his brother’s death and his turning.

“You should’ve told me brother.”

His grimace shows anger, hatred almost as he closes his eyes. Trying to block everything out of his mind before wanting to put on a shirt and get ready to a work out.

“Going somewhere brother??”

The words shock him, snapping out of his concentration when he suddenly looks around in a room that he knows so well, but wished he had forgotten forever. Knowing that this is either a dream or a reality, but…

“How little brother??”

He hates it, he hates it that things happen to him as he has done for so many centuries after the death of his brother. He smells the cologne that his brother used to wear, making him realize that this is far more than his hopeful dream.

“Why did I have to wait for so long before you would free me Dmitri?? Why did I had to wait for so long until you finally figured it out??”

Dmitri realizes that this isn’t a memory, yet he knows that his brother does not live anymore. So how? How? How can he be talking to him as he slowly turns around. Staring at the figure that he knows to be his brother. Everything that he loved and hated from him is there, yet there’s something different. It takes him a moment or two before he looks up and sees the eyes…, or should we say the lack of.

“You are repeating yourself Dmitri, you already asked the how. You already wondered the why? But have you ever thought to yourself the BECAUSE of it all?? Oh brother, you have been so mindless for centuries because of Ekaterina, now you are too blinded by love that you do not wish to see….”

Dmitri barges towards his “brother”, as he launches at the throat of the man that he feels he “knows”. Yet it feels so unreal, yet when his “brother” sidesteps and pushes him into the wall, he feels the heavy breathing down his neck that he has known from the past.

“Is Ekaterina behind this??”

Mfont color=grey>He feels his arm locked in a Hammerlock type hold, as the other arm wraps around the throat of Dmitri as he pulls his face sideways away from the face of his “brother”.

“Now I thought you knew better Dmitri, how often did I not warn you? Oh yeah, I never mentioned her name. And I’m sure by now you understand why!! And when did it make you understand? When SHE came around??!!! A woman!!!”

The words that were mentioned obviously were distracted towards Gothika, infuriating Dmitri as he tries to free himself from the grip of the “brother” that is or is not there?? Confusing him so badly, he wants to hate him and yet he loves him. And yet as the name of Gothika is repeated over and over again inside his head, he finally snaps and lets his animalistic nature take control over him. Growling out loud when the ony thing he can hear is laughter before the grip has vanished.

“What the??”

He looks around, he is back into the hotel room while feeling the grip that had dug into his flesh in a fashion that he has not witnessed before. His head moves around and has the questionable look on his face as he can’t believe what just happened. His mind is constantly racing until his focus gets interrupted by a text message on his phone. He looks at his phone as he sees that it is Gothika.

You ok??  I sensed you were troubled.  Do you want me to come over?


Can you believe this??  I’m in Australia and suddenly my body is in Russia, ancient fucking Russia when my brother was alive.  And yet, it wasn’t a memory.  It was as if he is still alive…  Is this hell on earth or something??

His words suddenly stop as he hears the phone text him once more, as it is Gothika answering his text.

I will be with you in a few hours, I love you -x Damia.

He smiles as he reads the text.  This was so very much different from what he was used to with Ekaterina or even when he was on his own.  No real guidance, no real connection...  If there was one it was filled with rage and viciousness.  Something that made him a violent beast, something that scared him at certain times to the point where he hid himself for a very long time until his hunger took over...  That was all that he'd gotten in the past. He sighs as he grabs his shirt and goes over to the gym to prepare.

Later that day...

Dmitri is on his bed resting.  He's had a work out and worn himself out to the point that he needed rest.  His eyes are closed, and he's dreaming as he remembers the field that he ran through from his parents so many times. He looks at the seemingly endless field that surrounds him. He feels the sun is burning on his skin, he sees that he is seventeen again as the breathing becomes heavier and heavier as he is slowly getting tired. Yet he refuses to stop running for a certain reason. He feels his heart beating fast, at a certain moment he closes his eyes as he feels the tears flow from his eyes as he hears a whisper.

“You can run…. but you cannot hide”

His heart pounds through his chest, crying even further. Being afraid from his brother, not because it is his brother but rather because of knowing that the words are true. Having tried to hide so many times, yet never succeeded. As if his heartbeat gave him away, as if his breathing as soft as possible was always heard. How he wonders, how in the hell did he do it??

He suddenly reopens his eyes and stops in shock as his brother stands there. Making him wonder how? Making him question what happened. But instead of asking he turns, turn the opposite way and runs off again. Staring backwards as he sees his brother look at him, having those dark red eyes burn a hole into his soul. Causing him to have issues breathing, causing him to get into a claustrophobic state as his head is moving around and seeing his brother everywhere he looks.

<Font color=limegreen>“How??”

The question keeps repeating, everywhere he looks he sees the man that he loved as his own brother yet also hated. Every time he looks around it seems as if he is getting closer. It ends up with him looking back before hitting something seemingly as hard as a rock. Causing him to fall down on his back, slowly opening his eyes as he looks up and stares at the figure that he has tried to run away from.

“I told you I would always find you..  I told you that I would always be there…  And I told you that I would prepare you or kill you.”

The mind races wildly, digging his fingers into the ground that surrounds him. His heart is racing wild, feeling emotions like anger, fear as well as love to his brother. Wondering whether he would feel…

“The same??  You wonder if I feel love for you??  YOU!!!  I taught you to prepare yourself to protect you from a vampire and failed….  But you can’t even defend yourself against a human!!!”


“Conscience??  Is that what you believe I am to you!!  You are beyond the centuries of time that people could remember!!  You should have created your own mindset and live!!!  But no, you had to become a bitch haven’t ya!!  First you are a pet!!  Then you are a love making machine and get soft!!   Letting a human surprise you not once, but twice!!  And all you are wondering whether I’m your conscience?  I’'ll be your throat slitting menace if you don’t man up and quickly!!”

<Font color=grey>Dmitri’s breathing gets heavier, and he tries to escape as he quickly gets back to his feet and tries to run off again. This time his legs feel heavy, his heart is beating slower and slower as if he is going in slow-motion. He feels as if he is falling down before suddenly…

“Dmitri?? DMITRI!!!”

He suddenly wakes up and sees Gothika standing over him, looking at him with a concerned look on her face as he realizes that he was having a rather real life like dream. Noticing that she isn’t alone, having a man with her makes him wonder what is going on next.

“It's me!  It's me love!  I'm here!  I brought someone from the council to try and help with what's going on Dmitri.  He wants to talk to you.  He wants to know more of this situation of your brother”

He once again looks at the man, he has a young face, but in his eyes, he seems old.  He looks as if he has survived a few centuries and rather gentleman like.  He drops his head as he closes his eyes for a few moments, and everything around him fades.

We come back with Dmitri and Gothika sitting on the edge of the bed in their hotel room, and the other vampire sitting in a chair.  Gothika is holding Dmitri's hand and stroking his shoulder.

<Font color=lightblue>"Dmitri, this is Vladimire.  He's been highly recommended as an expert in these kinds of things.  Come on...  Talk to him."

Dmitri sighs and nods slowly as Gothika and Vladimire sit quietly, listening to everything that Dmitri is explaining to them.  Gothika keeps holding his left hand in comfort as Dmitri reveals his entire family history as we join in somewhere in his story.

“It's... It's my lbrother, Yevgeni.  For years he was on my case, for years he was making me angry at him.  Yet I realized later that he was protecting me from Ekaterina.  It seems she got to him first.  She turned him first, then she came after me!!

He takes a few moments to recollect his thoughts and get his composure back before continuing his story.

“So why is he in my head??  Why is he in my dreams??  How can he communicate to me about things that are going on right now when he has been dead for many centuries!!  HOW!!!”


“Have you been paying attention to my story?  Or was I talking to a deaf man’s ears???!!”

The anger is building inside of Dmitri, making him want to get up from his chair as Gothika stops him from doing so by grabbing his arms and stopping him.

“Dmitri!!  Stop!!  He is here to…”

Dmitri interrupts her midsentence.

<Font color=limegreen>“Help??  You really think he's here to help?  Oh yeah sure.  What a help he is being at this very moment!!!  Look at him!!  He's not even paying any attention to anything I've said!”

He glares in anger towards the figure of the other vampire.  Vladimire drops his hand that has been he's been holding to the side of his head with two fingers, as if he was using them to support his head while listening to the tale of Dmitri.  Vladimire blinks quickly and sighs heavily before he speaks.

“Forgive me Dmitri.  I know it appeared as if I was ignoring you, but that was not the case.  As you were speaking, I was letting your words sink in, using them as a bridge to connect my mind to yours so I could read your memories to find out what has happened."

Dmitri stops short and blinks quickly.

“YOU WHAT???!!!”

Dmitri grinds his teeth as he is getting up, ready to jump forward to the vampire of the council as the man unbuttons his jacket while not caring about the anger that is brewing inside of Dmitri.

“Please Dmitri, I’m not here trying to upset you.  Forgive me if I angered you, but this is the way I work.  I saw what you told me and I could finally find an answer to your question.”

This isn’t what Dmitri was expecting, as he suddenly backs off, feeling every inch of his body shaken up by anger as he continues to listen to Vladimire.  Feeling the vein on the side of his head pumping like crazy, his mindset is out of control.  This was something that he hasn’t experienced for a very long time.  Gothika strokes his shoulder gently and places a soft kiss on it to try to calm him down.  She speaks softly to him.

“Just listen to him Dmitri…”

The blood is rushing towards his head, and he's breathing heavyily.  His eyes are turning black as his fangs are emerging from the gums out of his mouth.  He can almost taste the blood from the vampire, but refrains himself from doing so until he hears what the man has to say.

“Talk….”

<fotn color=grey>Vladimire motions towards the bed once more with his hand.

“Dmitri…  please sit down.”

Dmitri doesn’t listen to the man as the muscles in his arms tenses.

“TALK!!!”

Vladimire motions towards the bed once more, and Dmitri balls his hands into fists and growls out in a low menacing tone.

"Talk fast."

Gothika takes his wrist and strokes his arm, and he can feel a flash of her power wash up and through his body from the touch of her skin on his.  He turns his head quickly and looks down into her eyes.

<Font color=limegreen>“Dmitri…  Please sit down love.  For me at least.  You know I wouldn't bring him unless I thought he could help.”

Reluctantly Dmitri he sits down, while his eyes do not leave those of the man in front of him.

<Font color=blue>“Dmitri, the way you describe things it is clear to me that your brother obviously has the same abilities like you do.  Especially seeing that both of you have the same maker, and are of the same bloodline.  Your being brothers means that you have similar genetic structures.”

The words roam through his head as he figures that out that his brother could have done such a thing like that because of Ekaterina.

<Font color=limegreen>“I understand, but why do you talk about him having the same powers?  He is dead.”

Vladimir stares at him with a cold stare as that makes Dmitri suddenly start to question him.

“What are you saying??”

Vladimire frowns as if he's taken aback.

“Dmitri, I thought that you'd have realized this by now.  The fact that he's reaching out to you means that your brother is still alive.  Dead vampire’s can’t contact other vampires through dream fasting.  And what you experienced was most definitely a dream fast.  If he is contacting you, then it’s because he needs you, or to warn you of something.  That means that either he is in danger, or you are.”

Dmitri shakes his head and looks at him in shock.

<fotn color=limegreen>“But…., he’s dead!!”

Vladimire lifts an eyebrow at Dmitri and takes a deep breath, speaking quietly.

“Did you see him die Dmitri??”

<Font color=grey>Dmitri's mind is racing like crazy, he is really starting to get confused until something pops into his mind.  He puts his hands on his face as he's thinking back to that faithful night that Ekaterina had told him that she had killed Yevgeni and buried him inside a….

<Font color=limegreen>“Coffin…”

Vladimire stands stark still and looks at Dmitri.

“Excuse me???”

Vladimir raises an eyebrow to the shocked face of Dmitri.  Dmitri's shock becomes rage and he howls.

“The bitch!!  She had told me that she had killed him and locked him up inside a coffin!!  She didn’t killed him, she must have locked him up inside that coffin and hid him somewhere!!”

He gets up screaming uncontrollably as he runs towards the window and grips his hands on the edge of the window while resting his head against the cold glass.  Tears can be seen flowing from his eyes as he grinds his teeth.  Gothia follows him as she holds him by the waist, and she places her head on his back, feeling his agonizing pain.  It's as if the pain of his brother's loss is being re-etched onto his very soul.  Realizing that he had lost his entire family and once again that Ekaterina had lied to him makes his body tremble.

<Font color=limegreen>“Why Damia??  Why doesn’t she leave me alone!!!”

Gothika tightens her grip around his waist and he lifts his head to the sky, letting out a mournful howl that reverberates through out the room.  With that the shot slowly fades.


“The Conclusion, Part three”
Margaret Court Arena, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia</color>

It’s quiet in the arena where Hight Stakes VII will be aired for the SCW Universe to see in Australia as well as all around the world on PPV. Where the hopes of upsets are being kept alive by the new upstarts, the returning legends that want to relive their glory days. Old veteran feuds relived as well new once created, but in the end everything will come to an end and only one match is left to happen.

“The Main Event match for the SCW Heavyweight championship”

An all too familiar voice in its Eastern European dialect whispers the words as he stands in the middle of the six sided ring where all the matches will take place inside. Dmitri is standing there in the middle of the ring, wearing his suit as he always does, staring around the lights around the arena that are being tested by the SCW crewmembers.

“Do you know who I am???”

There is silence from the man that will wage war with Calvin Harris for another opportunity for the world title, another fight against the man that you would believe that neither of them has got any secrets for the other. He stares past the camera as his eyes are locked upon the titan tron that shows his and Calvin Harris their faces on huge posters on either side of the entrance way.

“You heard me people, do you know who the fuck I am?? I’m sure that you morons will come up with the obvious answers of me being Dmitri. The man that has a chance to reclaim his championship belt, the man that will fight Calvin Harris. Or even for the romantics around here, that I am the man that is dating Gothika. The man that is a vampire, even though some of you will question my authenticity of these statements. I guess people will still only believe when they see a miracle happen in front of their stinking faces and even then they will question whether their eyes weren’t tricked by a mere illusion. Isn’t it ironic that even when you see something happen that you people still need to find a way out to explain to you all that it didn’t?? Or that it is merely impossible that it could have ever happened in the first place? Oh how foolish to think that humans could actually learn from their mistakes…. But that doesn’t still answer my question… Who am I??”

“A mere simple question, yet for you humans so impossible to answer. And why?? Because you are all different, none of you will agree because nobody is the same. You can’t be programmed like a computer to do the same, to sound the same or even look the same. Because that’s what you are huh? Individuals that all want to be unique to this world, that you do not even know who the fuck YOU are… let alone write a biography on a single piece of paper that is about someone else. So again…, who am I???”

Dmitri walks over towards a turnbuckle, rests his arms on the ropes as his hands touches the turnbuckles as his eyes stares around the arena as if his eyes are tracing every single seat.

“But nobody gives a shit about the opinion of the other person don’t they? Oh no, of course they don’t. Because each and every one of them that does not agree with you are wrong is it?? You can proclaim the world to be the Martyr of Wrestling.…., while all you are is just another person that tells me I an wrong.., that I can’t…. or that I will never achieve to anything… and why?? Because you don’t know who the fuck I am…”

“While it is rather simple to think of it…, you just open your eyes and see what is staring back at you, you listen to your ears and hear the warnings that I direct at you. When you do that, you may learn and understand me better, yet you don’t. Why? It’s simple, your eyes and ears just merely record. The only problem that needs to be solved is whether you are being attached to a cloud these days that can store every data that your brain cannot comprehend. The Bermuda Triangle, you still don’t get it do you?? Loch Ness, does it truly exist?? Or even the Yeti… and yet the world does believe that its greatest inhabitants are you the humans. How foolish to think that you only open minded of that what you know about yourselves.”

“I tell you who the fuck I am…, I’m the man that is alive more than you will ever be. I’m the man that will outlive you in how many years? Oh don’t worry, I don’t mind another ten years more to watch you suffer from whatever problem that your body will endure in due time. Telling me that when you are aging that you can’t believe that I’m still this young. Believing that only in the miracles that is called the cinema and their movies that someone could be forever young. Newsflash, this isn’t Highlander as Connor McCloud is trying to kill immortals so that he can finally fucking die. I’m the one that you wish for, I’m the one that you hate the most because I have your fate in my hands whether I wish to hand you over that gift. That same very gift that you believed would be handed over to you if you would have found the Holy Grail… Replacing one imaginary fairy tale that almost none of you actually believe in anymore to combat the one that should never have even existed. Who is the hypocrite now??... again… who am I???”

“It’s obviously that if you still ask that fucking question, that it will take me even more time to educate your superior seemingly looking brain to much more information that your brain cannot comprehend. No, you need data to educate you, you need apps to apparently grow a life form that is non existing. Yet I am the one that should be removed from your app store as I’m out of date. I’m the one that will take what is mine, I’ve been doing that for centuries now… so why would I stop now since people have changed their ways from wooden stakes, garlic and Holy Bibles to resort their trusts into the world of Drones, fast food and everything that a man called Steve Jobs ever created. And yet you are asking yourself why you still don’t know me???”

He turns around, he stares at the other side of the arena, he sees some of the staff members walk around as they are placing more and more chairs in the arena to make sure that as many people as possible can get into the arena and enjoy the show.

“Before I go into depth of every living soul that is walking around this planet, who do not concern me considering that I am going to be fighting merely one of them. I will resort my attention to just merely to Calvin Harris. The SCW Heavyweight champion. It feels like Déjà vu all over again doesn’t it Calvin???”

His eyes are burning with fire, his hatred for the SCW world heavyweight champion can be felt through every pour of his body. Grinding his teeth against each other as his eyes are locked on the poster of his opponent

“You are clearly unaware who I am aren’t you? One week I’m this, the other week I’m that. One week I’m the man that does not deserve to become champion, the other is where I should lose it to you because I didn’t deserved to win it. Even though it does come down to the same thing Calvin, you sure as hell are willing to crawl through every possible embarrassing scenario just as long as you get what you want don’t you? What is next Calvin? Will you be selling your family and your livelihood to the highest bidder if it meant that you can hold on to that championship belt one week longer? Well good news for you, I will give you that week for free. As on the 29th of this month, I will come down to collect on what is mine. That championship belt, that what you took away from me and I want it back”

“Do you know who I am Calvin? Do you want me to let you in on a secret? Something that you will throw away as if it was worthless information to begin with. I’m three things in life that you wish to postpone as long as possible. But just like your luck, it will come to an abrupt end. But you will figure that out sooner or later won’t ya??”

He lets out a soft growl, trying to contain his composure until he can unleash his anger and hatred upon Harris Sunday in one week.

“I’m your conscience Calvin, oh yeah. That will surprise you doesn’t it?? The complex of ethical and moral principles that controls or inhibits the actions or thoughts of an individual. You see Calvin, whether you like to admit it or not, after the first time we fought, I controlled your every move, I controlled your every thought. I made you decide things that you had not done before, all because I made you realize that you are not fighting to save your championship… I make you fight to stay alive Calvin. The man that only used strong words to irritate the crowd ended up in the man that assaulted James Tuscini, for what?? Because I did it first to the Roulette champion? Made you understand that being a champion you were in danger? I made you choose for the violence that does not soothe you. I made you forget the fact that you were in a match with the same Tuscini and made you lose. I made you snap Calvin, I made you forget what was truly important and took home your gold. That’s what you have to understand Calvin, even though you are not a vampire that I created… I am your master son… I am the Ekaterina that will haunt you down, place chains around your ankles and wrists and torment you like they have done in the middle ages. And why?? Because my conscience are clear and that I know what is best for you and me. The problem alone is for you to realize that until October 29th, you will not know what your next step in your livelihood will be. But do know this.. I know what is best for you Calvin…..”

“Does that make you come closer to the realization who I truly am Calvin?? Oh of course not, it just opened up just a piece of the pie that you need to digest before to fully enjoy the effort and sweat and tears that I will put in it to succeed where you shall fail”

There’s a sinister laugh emerging from his face, for the first time since the camera’s become visible for everyone to watch Dmitri and listen to his every single word he speaks.

“No Calvin, there is so much more to it. As a conscience merely signifies the ability to consume your thoughts to decide for you to make the right actions to further your life. It still does not tell the world who I truly am….And I understand that, I truly do. And I do not want to sound like a one dimensional character that is just merely a one hit wonder with one punchline that people will be expecting me to use in ten years ago as it would make them feel good. Besides, who doesn’t want to relive the good old days over the expense of someone else??”

“I’m your body…. Oh yes, it is getting more and more interesting now isn’t it??

Dmitri smirks as he closes his eyes for a few moments, soaking up all of his thoughts that is running through his mind and causing the grin to widen as he bares his fangs.

“While they were eating, Jesus took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and gave it to his disciples, saying: "Take and eat; this is my body." Such sweet and loving words of the man that gave himself to his followers, even though that among them he knew there was the man that would betray Him. And still able to give him his body for them to feed upon. Most of these followers would utter that this man was the epitome of love. While these words could not just escape my head wondering, wondering that when the day would have come that he would have stood face to face with the man that sold him for gold coins. That he merely would have asked him if it was worth it?? If he had spent the money well on whatever it was that he wanted? Rather that than just merely showing the holes in his hands as a prove that HE was who HE proclaimed to be?? Because that’s what I am all about Calvin. Was it worth it?? Was the championship that you regained wortht he effort I will be putting in our match on the 29th as well as the sorrow that I will bring upon you?? Because let’s face it my friend. It may have not lasted as long as three days, but I have risen once more. I have climbed out of the sorrow that you have created… and yet, you with all the obvious explanation’s I’m sharing… you still won’t know who I am…”

He sighs before growling, his hands grip the ropes beside him as he feels the fabric of the ropes before letting it go and walking back to the middle of the ring. He keeps his eyes dead locked upon the posters of either men as he is angry as hell.

“No Calvin, those two parts of the three I just mentioned are just merely the tips of the iceberg that people cannot see from me. The ones that you could survive from, the ones that does not matter whether how many times you will deny me… it will not have it resulted to the one thing that the third part will do…., taking away your championship belt and put it once more around the waist of he true definition of the SCW heavyweight champion”

There’s silence around him, he has his eyes closed as he puts his hands towards his waist and gestures that he wants a championship belt around his waist.

“I’m that what you try to be, I’m that what you wish me not to be on the 29th of October. The truth is out there Calvin, the truth of realizing that I will not make the same mistake my friend. I will be coming out there, I will match your ability to wrestle. I will match your ability to fight. I will match your hunger to survive and conquer. But just like everything else in life that I do better than you humans, I will not only match it… I will excel to a height that you can’t survive!!!”

“Words are just merely words aren’t they? As you are a champion, sitting in your chair and polish the gold of your belt. Staring at the screen, barely listening to my words as your arrogance is too large to contain. Yet you consider me, the only man besides James Tuscini that has beaten you. The only one that has taken a title away from you by sheer brutality, endurance and ability that is beyond your imagination. Yet these hands Calvin, these hands”

The camera lowers its shot to his hands as he has opened them up, showing the pale white skin as well as the lifelines that has grown into the insides of his hands.

“These hands has made many great understand that these are the perfect tool’s to execute evil things Calvin. You think choking out Pussy Willow is evil things? You think just merely beating my tag team partner down makes me tremble with fear?? You do not know what I have seen from the Romanovs, you do not know what I have had to endure during the days where every French noblemen had its head chopped off by the Guillotine. You see Calvin, the things I’ve seen were often used in acts of revenge. And with revenge, almost everything is allowed to do against your opponent. Almost everything within the rules that is given to us by the wisdom of you humans. It’s rather fitting to be honest, to have a human going down by that what you humans have created. Rules to live, rules to survive and everything in between is just for us vampires to interpreted.”

“I have been waiting for this moment to come Calvin, I have been waiting for weeks, just a mere few minutes in comparison to the year that I had to endure until I held that championship belt. You can say all these things that you will do, I will do them. You can proclaim that you are ready to destroy me…, I will do it. And when the smoke has cleared, there will be one man left standing while holding on to that championship belt. And that man will be Calvin, the man that will once again be named the SCW Heavyweight Champion of the world. Too bad that you will be on the receiving end of that punishment, because ijt could not have happened to a nicer guy.

Dmitri stops, turns his head towards the camera and stares at it with a long cold stare before walking out of the ring and heads to the back as the shot slowly starts to fade.

[Calvin Harris]

 OOC: Alright. I’m aware that this was going to have to be split into two posts. So I literally split it up right at where the third scene ends and the fourth one begins. Also, I know some people might get things confused with the 4th scene. I’d like to point out that it was a dream like sequence. Playing into the mind games that Dmitri has been playing. So it was never a situation where I was actually using Dmitri. That being said I put a lot of heart into this roleplay. Hopefully, that shows and people are able to enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Best of luck, dude.



ACT I: Fairytales Aren’t Real

As a man of his word Calvin had finished packing for the flight the next morning. He began to make his way down the hall with his two month son in one hand and marching for the room of his daughter. Truth be told he was dreading a wake up time of five am. He was dreading the twelve plus hours it was going to take to get to Australia. Simply put there was nothing good was going to come out of all this traveling. That was part of the business the man decided to be apart of. Coming around the door of his daughter’s room. He saw Vanellope standing there by her book shelf. Hand on her hips and she was eyeing the books that sat neatly on her shelf. He smiled briefly before speaking up and surprising the small child.

CALVIN HARRIS: Are you ready for this bedtime story?

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Uh huh!

She had peered over her shoulder back at him. That smile of hers spread across her entire expression. Making her face bright up. Turning herself right back around to her bookcase. Yanking one of the books off the shelf.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Read this one...

Dropping the book out of her hand at her feet and then grabbed a second book from the shelf pulling it from the spot it was in.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Or this one instead...

That book was dropped out of her hand at her feet where the other book landed. Her tiny hand reaching forward to pull another book off the shelf.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Maybe this one!

CALVIN HARRIS: You know darling. I think I’ve got a better idea.

He gained the small child’s attention, causing her to look right back at him. Sure there was a puzzled look on her face, but none the less he had gained her attention. As well as potentially saving every last book being yanked off the shelf.

CALVIN HARRIS: Tonight, we’re not going to need one of your books.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Why?

CALVIN HARRIS: Because I can tell a better story without some book.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Nu uh!

CALVIN HARRIS: Yes, I can.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Not ‘bout Princesses and Princes!

CALVIN HARRIS: Incorrect sugar. I actually happen to know a really good story about a prince and an evil dragon. But if you don’t come get in your bed, guess you won’t be hearing it anytime soon.

That’s all it took. VP tossed the book that she had in her hand down to the floor to join the other books and bolted for her bed. Leaping onto her bed and yanking her covers down with a blinding quickness. Before Calvin could even take himself and his young son to the chair that sat in her room. VP was already under the covers and laid on her back ready for her story. All he could do was chuckle briefly while taking a seat.

CALVIN HARRIS: That didn’t take long.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Is it good?

CALVIN HARRIS: Child please. How dare you even question your dad’s story-telling ability? It’ll be the best story, you ever hear in your life. I promise you that.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Yay!

Excitement just poured on out of the young girl as she kept herself settled in her bed. Calvin proceeded to position his son over his shoulder, cradling one hand under him and placing the other hand on his back. Giving a small pat motion. Truth be told he didn’t know how long it would be before Oliver started to become fussy. So his storytelling abilities had to be quick, but effect at the same time. Playing the dad role was hard at times, especially with two children but he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. He cleared his throat and looked over at VP.

CALVIN HARRIS: Well our story starts off some many years ago. Long before you were born, long before I was even born. Many-many years ago in a distant world that isn’t our own. A world that was filled with all kinds of evil things. Such as vampires, one eyed monsters, and even rude mothers that yelled at their children to clean their rooms. You know just that real evil like stuff.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Stop being silly, dad!

CALVIN HARRIS: I’m not being silly, this was a thing. I assure you. But in this ancient world so to speak, there was one creature that was far more evil than all the rest that existed. A large fire breathing, man-eating dragon by the name of Calvgon. From the very day this dragon was born people were terrified of him. From the day this dragon was born people were afraid to have any interaction with it. From the day this dragon was born. Each and every person that existed in this ancient world  knew that one day he’d rule over their world and there was nothing they could do about it.

Now over the years, there were a few unintelligent people for the lack of a better term that did attempt to assassinate this dragon. Their mindset was to slay the dragon when it was young and undeveloped then they wouldn’t be overtaken by the dragon when it was older. Little did these people understand that the dragon was of a very special breed. Which in return resulted in these unintelligent people meeting their demise. The dragon either bit into them and tore their limbs to shred only to eat their remains after, or he torched them with his fire breath. Leaving them into a pile of ashes.

Pausing for that brief moment. Calvin’s eyes shifting to Vanellope. Sure enough she was wide awake and looking right at him. It was at that point he knew that she was paying attention to every single word that was coming out of his mouth.

CALVIN HARRIS: Just like you and I. As we got older, we got bigger. We got stronger. We became more aware of how our world works. The same thing happened to Calvgon. He got bigger. I mean way bigger. Bigger than the average size Calvgon. He got way stronger. Strong enough that one bite could slice an entire person in half. One single whip of his tail could cause buildings to crumble with ease. If Calvgon wanted one single breath of his could have torched the entire world that he lived in. Knowing all of this scared the people that lived there. It scared people that were supposed to be evil. Scared them so much that these people began to offer Calvgon gold. We’re talking buckets upon buckets of gold.

All for the sake of keeping themselves safe from Calvgon’s wrath that could take place anytime that he wanted it to take place. Surprisingly enough this gold that the people offered Calvgon was working out to their favor. Calvgon accepted the gold, he stored the gold inside of his cave, and he didn’t allow his wrath to take over. However his existence was enough to keep those people in check. It was enough to cause these people to continue to take their gold to him. Needless to say in a matter of months Calvgon began the wealthiest in the entire Ancient World and became the most feared dragon of all time. Essentially Calvgon ruled the ancient world and there seemingly wasn’t anything that could be done about it.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!

CALVIN HARRIS: What VP?

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: This isn’t a story about a Princess or Prince!

CALVIN HARRIS: Yes it is. You wanted a bedtime story. I am giving you a bedtime story. It’s all part of the lead up, sugar.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Hurry up!

CALVIN HARRIS: Just like your mother. Very-very impatient!

He shook his head a little bit as he looked over at the commonly referred to as threenager. VP was sorta glaring at him, clearly showing her impatience as she just wanted him to hurry up with the story and seemingly get to what she would have considered the good part to all of this.

CALVIN HARRIS: Anyway, back to the story. Calvgon ruled this ancient world and even though the people were giving the dragon gold in order to protect themselves. They all hated it. They all hated that they had to live in fear. They all hated that they weren’t allowed to live their lives the way they wanted. This ultimately lead to someone contacting an outside ancient world and begging for help. Help that would attempt to be answered by a man named Dmitri. But the thing about Dmitri was that in his world. He was a prince after growing up in royalty. Course, the only reason Dmitri grew up in royalty and became the next man in line to rule over his world was because his mother who was known as a vampire was slayed not long after giving birth to Dmitri. Slayed by the man that Dmitri knew as his father, but more importantly known as the King.

When word got to Dmitri’s world that another ancient world needed help. He was the first to jump on it. He was the first to want to go outside of his own world and take on Calvgon, the dragon. His father and the King advised Dmitri against it. He told Dmitri that it wasn’t his problem. It wasn’t his fight. He told Dmitri that it wasn’t his concern and that he shouldn’t make it his concern. Though the very young, the very native, and the very egotistical for the lack of a better term, Dmitri didn’t want to listen to his father’s advice. If anything Dmitri saw this as an opportunity to get out from his father’s wing and prove that he was the man that deserved to be King now more than ever. So therefore he sat out on his journey to the ancient world that was being ruled by Calvgon. All with the hopes that he’d be able to slay the dragon.

Now upon arriving to the Ancient World. Dmitri was informed that the people of this world had been given Calvgon gold in exchange for their safety. In which all of those people begged for Dmitri to get their gold back to them upon slaying Calvgon. Little did those people know that the moment they mentioned gold. Dmitri had already decided that gold belonged to him. If he was going to be willing to walk into a dangerous situation with a dragon. Then those people were going to have to be willing to compensate him for his work. Even if it meant that he took the gold without them knowing. Like I said before Dmitri was kind of a young, a bit naive, and egotistical prince. Nevertheless Dmitri journey off towards the cave where Calvgon lived with adrenaline through his veins and greed on his mind.

Simply mentioning the prince had VP sitting up in her bed rather than lying down. Calvin had come to understand that his little girl was obsessed with the fairy tales that involve princes and the happily ever after ending. For crying out loud VP was obsessed with one of the princes at Disneyland. A prince that she claimed she was going to marry. Despite his own objections. So with that being said it didn’t surprise him one bit. She wasn’t getting tired and slipping into a slumber for the night. Instead she was wide awake, alert, and wanting to know how this story would end.

CALVIN HARRIS: Dmitri, the prince had traveled all night to get to the cave. Upon arriving Dmitri found himself locking eyes with the beast that was Calvgon. He was much bigger than the people had described. He looked much more fierce that the people had described. He looked way stronger than the people had described. It was at that very moment the Prince found himself questioning whether or not it was a good idea for him to follow through with this quest that he had taken on. Looking down at the sword that hung to his belt. Realizing that it might not have been sharp enough or even thick enough to pierce the skin of Calvgon. For that moment it seemed like it might be a challenge he wasn’t up for and one he couldn’t overcome.

Then just like that he remembered about the pounds and pounds of gold that was hidden deep within Calvgon’s cave. That gold was enough to make him put the thought in the back of his head. That gold was enough to make him not want to think things through. It was enough to make him not want to be rational about the challenge he was going to face. Dmitri was so blinded  by gold and glory that he allowed himself to take on Calvgon. Slowly but surely, he crept up on the sleeping dragon. His sword was drawn and he was holding it high above his head. His mindset was to get close enough to Calvgon in his sleep. Behead the beast and take the gold for his. Each step he took was careful and silent. Getting himself right up to Calvgon.

Hearing the dragon breath heavily in his sleep caused Dmitri to pause just for that moment. A small amount of fear starting to sink into his heart. Along with the thought process of what happened if this didn’t work. That brief moment of pausing proved to be crucial as Calvgon’s eyes popped open. Not only did they pop open but those eyes of sheer evil looked right up at Dmitri. Before the prince could reach. The large tale of Calvgon swung forward and smacked Dmitri in the back. Sending the prince flying in the air. His body coming to a halt when it smacked hard in the side of one of the mountains. Dmitri fell to the ground coughing blood nearly right away. As he laid there on the ground trying to come to the senses. Dmitri saw Calvgon starting to rise from his cave.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Oh no! He be okay, right?!

CALVIN HARRIS: Hush. Don’t let the story be ruined for you.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: But the prince is hurt! I don’t want him to be hurt!

CALVIN HARRIS: Calm yourself down. Listen to the rest of the story.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: ... Fine!

The small child huffed in frustration. Realizing that she wasn’t going to get what she wanted so easily. She settled herself back down, but boy were her eyes wide open. Her attention was still all his.

CALVIN HARRIS: As I was saying the prince, Dmitri laid there on the cold hard and unforgiving ground. He watched Calvgon rise and get to all four of his feet. The beady and very evil eyes of Calvgon were still focused on Dmitri. Calvgon proceeded to lower his head and draw his neck back. Dmitri sensed that trouble was coming and he found the strength within himself to stand up to scrambled out of the way. Luckily, he did so just in time. For Calvgon shot fire from his mouth with all intentions of causing the prince to burn. Dmitri was able to take shelter behind a giant rock. His eyes peeking over the top of said rock. Seeing Calvgon stomp about. Breathing fire with every breath he took.

Dmitri could see the anger within the dragon. At that moment all Dmitri wanted to do was survive. All he wanted to do was get as far away from Calvgon as he could. But that was easier said than done. He had woken and angered the beast. Calvgon had nearly crippled Dmitri with1 the whip of his tail. Dmitri’s escape was not going to be an easy by any means. He ducked down behind the rock as he saw Calvgon starting to stomp in his direction. Seconds later, he could feel the hair on the back of his neck begin to stand. Almost like something bad was going to happen. That was followed up by the large mouth of the dragon yanking the rock that Dmitri hid behind right out of the ground and throwing it to the side with ease.

Dmitri looked up into the eyes of Calvgon once again. Seeing almost certain death right there before him. Calvgon then lunged forward with his mouth, razor sharp teeth showing, and he took a bite aiming right for Dmitri. Somehow at the very last second the fear that froze Dmitri there had gone away. He was able to dive out of the way causing Calvgon to slam his mouth into the ground. Embedding his teeth into the crowd and getting them stuck there. As you could imagine this angered the dragon as he tried to pull himself free but it wasn’t that easy. Dmitri seeing the opportunity that he had in front of him. He made a mad dash towards the sword that had been knocked from his hand when the dragon’s tail slung him into the air.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Yay! The Prince is gonna get the dragon!

CALVIN HARRIS: The Prince reached his sword with no problem at all. He snatched it up right off the ground as Calvgon growled with frustration as his teeth remained embedded into the ground and he wasn’t able to break himself free. Dmitri had the perfect chance to slay the dragon. He had the perfect opportunity to be the hero. He had the dragon in a weak position. Something no one ever could do before him. But the Prince didn’t take advantage of the situation he got himself in. Instead the moment he picked up his sword and he looked up. Sparkling from deep in the cave Dmitri laid eyes on mounds of gold piled up on top of each other. The gold that was his motivation and the gold he intended on taking. Foolishly, Dmitri dropped his sword where he had picked it up and began running toward the cave.

A full of sprint towards the gold that was just laying there and seemingly available for whomever to scoop up. Once inside the cave the Prince dropped on his knees and grabbed two handfuls of gold. Holding it in his hands and getting lost inside the reflection of the gold. He was blinded by what was clearly greed once again. The naive mindset of the Prince showing. His ego even shining through and forcing Dmitri to make the mistake of not focusing on what was important. Which was not only his survival but slaying the dragon as he had promised the people. That is what proved Dmitri couldn’t be a prince, let alone a king. Because he was willing to let down people that depended on him for his own satisfaction. This resulted in Dmitri starting to stuff the gold coins into his pocket with no remorse. Stuffing literally as much as he could into those pockets. Several times in a row.

What Dmitri didn’t know is that Calvgon had managed to yank himself free of the ground. He was no longer stuck and he was making a beeline straight for his home. Each step was silent from the Dragon. Almost very stealth like on the dragon’s part as he was in the midst of a hunt. As he got close to his cave, Calvgon’s eyes peering on inside to see the prince kneeled down and whom was stuffing gold into his pocket. Rage filling the eyes of the dragon. Calvgon finding himself starting to slink on inside his cave. As silent as he could be and undetected by Dmitri. Then again as blinded as he was by this gold. Even if Calvgon had chosen not to move in silence. Dmitri would have never heard him.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Turnaround Prince, turn around!

Once again the small child had interjected when it came to her story. For a little girl who didn’t believe that her dad could tell a very good story on his own without a book. He sure did have her on the edge of her seat.

CALVIN HARRIS: By the time that the Prince, Dmitri had finished stuffing gold inside of his pocket. He had believed for that brief moment that he had gotten away with it. For that moment he believed that he was going to get to return to his own world alive and a little bit richer. For that moment it didn’t bother him in the least bit that he had made a promise to people but in the end chose not to keep it for his own greed. Now I say all of that thought process was brief because when Dmitri found himself feeling the warm breath hitting the back of his neck. The Prince was brought back to reality. A very sickening feeling started to form in the pit of Dmitri’s gut. Sure enough directly behind him Calvgon was glaring at him. His mouth wide open.

That knot in Dmitri’s throat was now starting to make it to the point it was hard for him to swallow. Leaving the Prince with no choice, as he knew that he had nowhere to go. Slowly, he turned his head back. Peering up at the evil rage filled Calvgon. Before he could even attempt to beg for his own life. Calvgon lunged forward and engulfed Dmitri’s entire body with ease. The Dragon didn’t even so much as even chew Dmitri. He simply swallowed the prince whole. Dmitri had failed himself and failed the people he had made a promise to all because of greed. The Prince never became King and he was never a hero to anyone. His life cut so short by his own choices.

Calvin had looked over at his daughter and what he saw was a little girl with her jaw dropped. It was almost like she couldn’t believe what she had just heard. The young girl seemed to look like she was trying to wrap her mind around how the story had just ended. By far was it different than any other story that she had been told in her life. That puzzled look still consuming her face as she looked over at him.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: That’s it?

CALVIN HARRIS: Yep, that’s it. Story over.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: That’s not how it goes, Dad!

CALVIN HARRIS: How are you going to tell me that’s not how it goes and I’m the one that made up the story? I would know how it ends. I know how it begins and everything in between.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: No dad! The Prince always wins!

CALVIN HARRIS: Is that right?

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Yes!

CALVIN HARRIS: That’s where you’re wrong sugar. In a story, in a fairy tale. Yes, the Prince does win or survive in this case. But this isn’t a fairy tale. This was a real life story. A man was swallowed whole by a dragon because he was greedy. It’s kind of time that you realize Fairy Tales aren’t real. And sometimes bad people come out on top.

Calvin was rather bold with his statement to his three year old, nearly four year old. She laid there in her bed still baffled and confused. Trying to make sense of it all. That being said Calvin slowly shifted the sleeping infant from his shoulder to being in his arms to be able to stand up. Taking a couple of steps towards the edge of the bed and placed a soft kiss on top of Vanellope’s head before looking down at her.

CALVIN HARRIS: One day, you’ll understand Vanellope. The world isn’t as good as many people perceive to be. Princes are like people that exist in the world. They’re all fake and there’s never a happy ever after. Not unless you take life by the throat, make it yours, and force your own happy ever after. Goodnight sugar, sleep tight.

Vanellope was still in this shock from the story she had been told that she didn’t offer a response. She just kind of pouted and looked at him, before slightly nodding her head. Turning himself around, Calvin walked out of the girl’s room and hit the light. Upon exiting the room, he began to pull the door shut just a little bit. Now in the back of his mind he knew that he was eventually going to get into hot water with Alessandra over the story. Knowing Vanellope she was going to tell her mother, only because she didn’t like it and it wasn’t the ending she wanted. That was in the back of his mind, but at the same time Calvin wanted his daughter to know how life was. It was the same lesson that Dmitri was going to learn by the end of the week.

ACT II: On The Fast Track To Obscurity

Five in the morning certainly came early for the SCW World Heavyweight Champion. More specific than that four am had come early. Getting out of the house without making a sound and waking an infant was a mission in itself. Driving to an airport with roughly four hours of sleep was a mission. Finding a parking spot for his vehicle to sit the next two weeks was another mission. All of which Calvin was finding a way to do this with no coffee in his system. This eighteen hour flight he was about to embark on was going to be one of the worst things he had ever had to deal with. Not looking forward to it in the least bit, but that was part of the job. Not to mention this was his opportunity to finally squash a roach that seemingly wouldn’t die.

Course when he arrived at his terminal. The day was going to drag on a little longer, because he found out that his flight was going to be delayed for another thirty minutes. Rolling his eyes a little bit, Calvin sat down in one of the chairs at the terminal to begin the wait. He pulled out his cell phone and started to scroll through his contacts. He was looking for a contact in specific, but before he could make the phone call. Calvin could hear someone clearing their throat. Not in a way that would imply that they were sick and just trying to get themselves to breathe properly or anything. But in a way in which it seemed like they were trying to get someone’s attention. Calvin lifted an eyebrow and looked up to see a slightly older man standing before him.

CALVIN HARRIS: Can I help you with something? Or are you just trying to be extra annoying at five in the fucking morning?

RANDOM FAN: Oh, I apologize if I’m interrupting you from anything important. I just couldn’t help but notice you and feel like I know you from somewhere.

CALVIN HARRIS: Know me? No, no. You most certainly don’t know me. I wouldn’t be friends or acquaintances with some pencil neck bald headed fuck. But chances are you know of me, if you have any real knowledge of professional wrestling.

RANDOM FAN: Well, I personally don’t know too much about professional wrestling. My son on the other hand is completely obsessed with it. I think that’s where I’ve seen you before. Aren’t you like known for fighting a guy by the name of Dmitri?

CALVIN HARRIS: Shit like that is what makes me want to punch people right in their stupid faces.

The Martyr just found himself glaring up at the man. It was a pretty angry glare to say the least. A glare that let it be known that what had just came out of the man’s mouth was not settling well. Clenching his fist together a bit, Calvin finally found it in him to respond.

CALVIN HARRIS: Let’s get one thing perfectly clear shall we? I should never be known as the guy that’s facing Dmitri. It should always be known as Dmitri facing me. I should always be viewed as the SCW World Champion. I should always be looked at as someone that has more importance than that cockroach that won’t go away. Do I make myself perfectly understood?!

RANDOM FAN: Of course... Look I never meant any disrespect by what I said.

CALVIN HARRIS: Kind of too late for all of that there, jackass. What’s done is done.

RANDOM FAN: Again understood, but like I said I didn’t mean any disrespect by what I said. I only know of you because of my son. Just like I only know of this Dmitri guy because of my son. He’s a huge fan of the guy. Rooted for him each time you’ve all faced off for that championship.

CALVIN HARRIS: Are you fucking kidding me right now?!

RANDOM FAN: Kidding you? What do you mean? What did I do?

CALVIN HARRIS: You can’t be that goddamn stupid!

Frustration was settling in once again on the Martyr. His fist was clenched so tightly together, it was rather obvious he was on the verge of lashing out and just punching the man in the face. Sadly for that man he seemed so clueless by everything that he was saying. It was going to be a matter of where he got his ass handed to him without even understanding why.

CALVIN HARRIS: Not only are you going to bug me at five in the morning. You’re also going to have the balls to tell me that your son is a fan of Dmitri and that your son has rooted for the man every single time the two of us have been in the ring with each other.

RANDOM FAN: I-I-I didn’t know it was that big of an issue...

CALVIN HARRIS: You didn’t think it was a big deal to talk about how someone is a fan of the one person I hate more than anything right now?! You didn’t think it would be a big deal to tell me about how someone has rooted against me anytime that I’ve had to defend the championship I’ve worked so hard to hold in the first place?! How the hell did you manage to get someone to ever want to have a child with you because you’re retarded as hell!

RANDOM FAN: Woah now. Let’s not get all confrontational here and allow things to get out of hand. If I’ve offended you in anyway...

CALVIN HARRIS: ... I don’t even want to hear it. I don’t want to hear your bogus apology. I’m willing to bet that you and your son are just like Dmitri. I bet the two of you are right there on the fast track to Obscurity with Dmitri.

RANDOM FAN: Excuse you!

With those words coming out of Calvin’s mouth. It now appeared that he was getting under this man’s skin. He had slightly raised his voice when Calvin had said what he said. By no means was Calvin going to allow anyone to raise their voice at him. He quickly forced himself up out of the chair that he was sitting in. Once Calvin stood up, the man quickly took a step back realizing how much taller and bigger the Martyr was than him.

CALVIN HARRIS: I didn’t stutter. I said you and your son are joining Dmitri on the fast track to obscurity. I am willing to bet that you work a dead end office job where you’re never looked at for a promotion. Where you’re constantly made to do everyone else’s work and get no credit for it. Bet, you’re office bitch. I’m willing to bet that you’re completely unknown and unimportant at your job. Kind of like your kid is probably unknown and unimportant at his school. Probably that kid that sits in the back of class, licking the window. Bet he’s the kid that sits alone at lunch and people just walk by without noticing him. Bet he’s the kid doesn’t have any friends, so he gets lost in the world of professional wrestling. Thinking that one day he’ll befriend a wrestler, but in reality. He’s just a mark to us and we’ll take his money without any remorse.

Calvin stood there glaring at the man, letting those words come out of his mouth with ease. It didn’t seem to bother him even in the least bit with what he was saying. Calvin looked into the eyes of the man he was going off on. He could see the rage building within them. Course, he didn’t step up. He didn’t say anything. He stood there frozen like a statue.

CALVIN HARRIS: There’s no need to feel too bad though. You’re not alone at all. Like I said Dmitri is on the same fast track. Each time Dmitri gets in the ring with me and fails. He becomes less and less important. Each time that Dmitri gets in the ring with me and loses. He becomes more and more unknown. Each time Dmitri steps into my ring, challenges for my title, and loses. He becomes more and more insignificant to Sin City Wrestling. At High Stakes, Dmitri finds himself on his last leg. When he gets in the ring with me. When he challenges for my championship. When I defeat him again. That’s it for Dmitri. He fades into obscurity. Never to recover.

Standing there with that sour look on his face. Calvin just looked back at the older man, expecting him to do something or have something to say. Yet he remained quite. Remained in his stance. Although it was still obvious he was pissed at the things Calvin had the balls to say. It just seemed like he didn’t have the balls to do anything about it.

CALVIN HARRIS: If I were you and if you were actually a dad that cared about his child’s feelings. I would certainly pick up the phone and call my kid, I’d tell him not watch High Stakes because he isn’t going to like how it ends. But then again at the same time. You do what you want to do as a father. Doesn’t really matter to me. Because at the end of the day, I enjoy upsetting people and I’m going to enjoy breaking hearts as well as dreams when I beat Dmitri for the final time. Trust and believe, the SCW World Championship will never leave me!

That smirk on Calvin’s face said it all. He truly believed everything that was coming out of his own mouth at that moment. Which to be honest wasn’t that much of a surprise. All of the sudden that man had something to say causing Calvin to look right at him.

RANDOM FAN: Yeah, well we’re all so confident until we find ourselves in a position that we can’t get ourselves out of. What happens when your confidence and more importantly your ego fails you?

CALVIN HARRIS: See, that’s the mistake that you people and Dmitri keep making. You keep calling how I present myself as confident. You and Dmitri keep saying that I have this ego about me. But it isn’t anything to do with confidence. It has nothing to do with an ego. But instead it has everything to do with real and actual talent. Talent overpowers everything. Talent trumps everything. My talent will shine as it always does.

RANDOM FAN: Keep thinking that. I think I know why my son roots for Dmitri and I might actually sit down with him for this High Stakes to do the exact same thing.

CALVIN HARRIS: Go right ahead. After all I hear misery loves company.

Chuckling a little bit. Calvin reached behind him and grabbed his suitcase before walking right on past the man. Not bothering to look back at all. Instead starting to head up closer to the gate where he would be boarding soon. It was about that particular moment. His iPhone began to ring that was in his hand. Looking down at the phone, Calvin allowed his thumb to swipe across the screen to answer it as he brought it up to his ear.

CALVIN HARRIS: I was just about to call you... Yep, boarding now... Alright, I’ll see you out there.

The conversation was one of the briefest conversations anyone could have with someone. As Calvin pulled the phone away from his ear. His lips had curled into this sinister like smirk. Whatever was cooking in that mind of the Martyr, it couldn’t have been good. All it did was spell bad news for Dmitri. Something that had been proven in the past and could end up being proven once again. Suddenly a flight attendant had stepped up and pulled the door open to the terminal. Only to turn around and unhooked the bar that Calvin stood behind. Presenting him with the chance to board this plain. Walking forward, Calvin was about to embark on a long eighteen hour flight all for the sake of finally putting an end to Dmitri.

ACT III: Story Time with The Martyr

Days were starting to wind down and as each day winded down. That was one day closer to one of the biggest events of the year for Sin City Wrestling. That event being known as High Stakes. What a fitting name it was for such an event. Considering that there were eight championship matches where the stakes couldn’t be any higher as all those championships were up for grabs. Including the World Heavyweight Championship. For what could end up being the last time. The SCW World Champion, Calvin Harris would be going one on one with Dmitri. Over the last few months these two men have been involved in a bitter war over that fifteen pounds of gold. A war that has seen the championship go to Calvin, only to be taken off Calvin by Dmitri in a steel cage match, and then for Calvin to dethrone Dmitri just fourteen days later to begin his second reign as champion. Needless to say every single time the two met in the ring with each other. All hell broke lose and history was made.

It left people to believe that this time was going to be the exact same way with the championship on the line. Especially since it was being teased that win, lose, or draw. This would could end up being the last time the two of them faced each other for quite sometime. Now leading up to the massive event. Calvin had already spoken once and talked about the Curse that he believed was haunting over Dmitri. In that time Dmitri had his own rebuttal and had his own things to say. People knew that it was only going to be a matter of time until they heard from the Martyr once again. Well those people were right and today was going to be the day that they heard from him. With the cameras finding themselves opening up. There sat Calvin a big comfortable chair. His SCW World Heavyweight Championship on his lap. Hair pulled into a bun and a devious smirk on his lips. Quickly, the man found himself breaking silence.

CALVIN HARRIS: You know just the other night I was sitting at home with my family and my daughter came up to me like she does every night. She asks me to read her a bedtime story. Now being the loving father that I am. I agreed to read her a bedtime story, but I wasn’t going to read from a book. Nah, I was actually going to tell her a story of my own. A story that I made up on the fly. But also a story that kind of reminds me of some real life situations that I have been dealing with.

For a moment he paused. In that pausing moment, it was pretty given that whatever he was going to say was going to come back around to his match with Dmitri. His vivid imagination was always a key in making everything tie together.

CALVIN HARRIS: So the story went that there was an evil dragon that ruled over an Ancient World. The people of the world gave the dragon their gold in exchange for their safety. Course they hated living in fear and they all reached out for the help of a prince. Although the only reason that the Prince gave the people his word that he would help is because it involved gold. Gold that he intended on taking for himself at the end when he slayed the dragon. Long story for the sake of explaining this to you people. The Prince was blinded by greed when it mattered the most. He didn’t slay the dragon before trying to take the gold and it cost him his life. Now think about that story for a second. Does it remind you people of anything? Does it remind you of a similar situation in SCW?

Calvin looked right at the cameras with his eyebrow arched up into the air a little bit. Almost in a questioning manner and acting as if he was going to get someone out of thin air to answer him. But that was just how he carried himself. He loved to taunt the fans and more importantly loved to taunt his opponents. In this case specifically Dmitri.

CALVIN HARRIS: Of course, I should have known better. You people are smart enough to make the connection. So allow me to paint the picture for you. All in black and white so you can’t miss the point. The story I told my daughter is very much similar to the story that is being told between Dmitri and I. You see I am the big bad fire breathing dragon that everyone in Sin City Wrestling hates. Hell, people even outside of the company hate me. On a daily, SCW’s twitter account gets bombarded with haters aka fans as you call yourself of the company and not of the company. Always trying their best to bury me. About how I’m not a good champion. How I’m not a good wrestler. How I didn’t earn this. How I didn’t earn that. How people in SCW are being held back because of me. Real real annoying, but ignorant shit.

Same thing goes for the people on the roster. They’re all saying the same thing. They’re all saying I’m the reason they can’t progress. They’re all trying to blame me for their failures and why they can’t break the glass ceiling. They’re also the same ones whining and crying when they blow up my twitter notifications. Only for me to ignore them, mute them, or block them. Y’all motherfuckers just aren’t understanding that you don’t mean anything to me. Your opinions about me mean nothing. And honestly, if I was so bad as champion. If I was such a horrible wrestler. Then explain to me how I became a two World Champion in less than two months? Hell, tell me how I’m already a two time SCW World Champion after being here only a year meanwhile. Some of you have been on the roster for years and haven’t done it once.

His words were very much on the mocking side. Seemingly calling out quite a few people that existed on the roster without naming names. Something that was surely going to make a lot of them have something to say. All of which at this point as they’ve learned would be ignored by the Martyr in the end. That sinister like smirk of his growing a little more.

CALVIN HARRIS: Though the moment I bring that up. All of the sudden those people don’t want to talk anymore about the situation or they have a ton of excuses for why they’ve never succeeded. Now truth be told Dmitri used to be one of those guys. Dmitri had been here a whole lot longer than I have and Dmitri from day one, let it be known that he wanted the SCW World Championship. However it didn’t take very long at all for Dmitri to prove to SCW and the entire wrestling world that he didn’t exactly have it in him to do so. Despite his greed for the championship. You see from day one Dmitri showed his greed. From day one Dmitri was motivated by the gold. It was never one of those situations where he wanted to be the best wrestler or to be someone that you people looked up for. Oh no, instead he was motivated by gold and motivated by glory. All of which alluded him time and time again. At least until last month at Violent Conduct.

Every time that Calvin brought up that night. Anytime that he mentioned Violent Conduct. It left a bad taste in the mouths of everyone that was a fan of the company and that was a fan of Dmitri. It was a bitter-sweet situation as it reminded them of the night Dmitri’s dream came true. But also on the flip of them reminded them what was right around the corner.

CALVIN HARRIS: Something that pisses people off apparently is I am someone that never gives people any credit. That I am someone that just “buries” people over and over again. To me it sounds like these people are little pussies with their panties twisted in a bunch, but whatever. I want you people to listen up and listen up good. Because this is the first and only time I am going to give Dmitri credit. You deserve it Dmitri. At Violent Conduct, you showed up with all intentions of putting me on the shelf. Of course by that point, you were a hero to these foolish people. Kind of like the Prince in the story to my daughter was a hero the people by deciding to take on the dragon. You taking me on made you a hero to them, seeing as they all wanted to see me lose. But at the same time Dmitri, let’s be real shall we? You’re a lot like the prince in another way.

In the sense that you didn’t take on this fight with me for the sake of being a hero to people. You didn’t decide to be a thorn in my side time and time again in order to please them. Nah, instead you decided to be a thorn in my side because of what was hanging in the balance. You decided to take me on in this fight because you knew that I had the SCW World Heavyweight Champion. The gold that you desired more than anything. Very much like the Prince in the story only took on the dragon because he knew that there mounds and mounds of gold that the Dragon was holding onto. That being said though I still give you where credit where credit is due. On the night of Violent Conduct, you came at your best and you came to end me for good. The only problem with that is, you didn’t do the job. You didn’t actually finish me. Instead you got distracted by gold and you got distracted by glory.

When you slammed me off the top of the cage. I had no idea where I was. I had no idea what was happening. Everything from the neck down hurt. There was a sharp pain that shot up my spine and for a little bit. I honestly thought I was paralyzed. In that moment Dmitri, you had me right where you wanted me. I couldn’t stand up. I couldn’t defend myself. You had me at your mercy, but what you do? You decided not to continue with the onslaught. You decided not to end my career. Much like the Prince in the story, you chose the gold over everything else. You pinned me, you won the championship, and you left me breathing. Again much like the Prince chose to shove gold into his pocket instead of removing the dragon’s head clean off his shoulders when presented with the opportunity. When you did that Dmitri, you made the biggest mistake of your life. Not just your career, but your life.

In those words coming out of his mouth. Calvin spoke with such a coldness to him that it was enough to make the hair on the back of people’s necks stand up. Keeping that gaze on the camera with a small glare starting to consume his eyes.

CALVIN HARRIS: Which come to think about it kind of makes me laugh that you had the same thing to say in your little message to me. I believe you said something along the lines that I fucked up by not finishing you off. All of in which is in reference to what happened just a couple of weeks after Violent Conduct. It isn’t a secret considering the SCW World Championship is sitting right here in my lap. Only a few weeks after you had your moment in the sun. Only a few weeks after you had your glory. Only a few weeks after you managed to win the gold you have chased your entire career. Eventually, you folded under the pressure like you always have. You dropped the ball and I ended up with the SCW World Heavyweight Championship once again. Something I told you was going to happen. Something that did happen. All because of your greed. Had you just finished me off before taking the championship. You’d still be champion Dmitri. You’d still be the champion and I would no longer exist in Sin City Wrestling. But your greed was your downfall...

He sat there shaking his head from side to side. Clear disappointment showing on that expression.

CALVIN HARRIS: You’re the one that made the mistake in not finishing me off when you had the chance, but then you warn me about how I didn’t finish you off. Often times Dmitri, you don’t make any sense. Not to mention you’ve never been one to understand the method to my madness. You see a few weeks ago when I took this title back from you. I was only focused on taking the title back. That was the main goal of mine heading into the ring. You have never worthy of this championship. I don’t know how many times I have to say that. It makes me feel like I am beating a dead horse each time I let those words come out of my mouth, but at the same time I literally have to beat it into you in order to make you understand. I accomplished the goal a few weeks ago but I left breath in your lungs for good reason.

I knew that when I took that championship. Nothing that I had put you through on that night was going to put you down for good. Your ego is far too big and your lust for gold is far too great. I knew that there was going to be a time and a place where you targetted me again. All for the sake of this championship. See the thing about this time though. You’re not worried about being their hero. Matter of fact you’re not paying attention to those people. They all the last thing on your mind. Right now you don’t care if they boo or they cheer you. At the end of the day all you want is the SCW World Heavyweight Championship. Which honestly Dmitri, you’re one of the most predictable people. I know how you’re going to carry yourself before it happens. Kind of like I’m the puppet master, you’re the puppet, and I’m the one yanking your strings.

That devious smirk of his was the focus for that brief moment. Seemed like after what he had just finished saying that there was some hidden meaning behind it. Not to mention calling Dmitri a puppet was no doubt going to get under the man’s skin. Truth be told it was something that Calvin was betting on.

CALVIN HARRIS: In case you’re wondering Dmitri. The story that I told my daughter didn’t end very well. You see the Prince’s greed ended up costing him his life. Without hesitation the Evil Dragon swallowed the Prince whole and went on to continue to rule over the Ancient World. To which I ended up teaching my daughter a very valuable lesson with that story. She now understands that Princes don’t really exist. She now understands that heroes don’t really exist. More importantly though, she now understands that Fairytales aren’t real. But of course you’re asking yourself. What does that have to do with you right? That’s simple Dmitri. It’s the same lesson you’re about to learn and you’re going to learn it the hard way.

It is time that you understand that fairytales don’t exist. This isn’t a situation where it’s the next chapter to the story. Oh no, in reality Dmitri this is the final chapter to our story. It’s also the final chapter to your career. Like I said there’s a method to my madness. I knew that when I took the title you’d come after me again, but what you didn’t understand is that I was going to make sure it cost you something in return. If I have to put up my championship against a non-worthy challenger. Then your career has to go on the line as well. Sure it might not be something you knew you were signing up for, but that’s your own damn fault. You should have known that walking into hell with me one final time was going to have some stipulations behind it.

For what it’s worth Dmitri. When this is all over and you’re sitting in a retirement home somewhere. You can look back and say that you actually had matches that were remembered. Granted, it was because of me but you were in them. When it is all said and done, you can say that you actually held the SCW World Heavyweight Championship once. Granted, it took me pushing you to your limit. But you did get the job done. On top of that when you’re taking that stroll down memory lane. You can say that you were actually remembered in Sin City Wrestling. I mean granted, you’re going to be remembered as the guy that got his ass kicked and his career ended by the Martyr. But at least you can say that you were remembered right?

The arrogance that was oozing out of Calvin at that moment was one of the many reasons why he was so hated by nearly every single fan that supported the company. It was that arrogance that made him so hated by the roster. At the same time though it was that arrogance that aided him in being one of the most successful people in the wrestling world. It was that arrogance that had lead to him being a two-time SCW World Heavyweight Champion. That much couldn’t be denied.

CALVIN HARRIS: To pretty much sum it up Dmitri. You end up like the Prince in the story to my daughter. You end up losing your career because of your greed and because you didn’t have it in you to slay me when you had the chance. Is it the perfect story? Is it the perfect ending? Well, maybe not for you but for me it is. And in case you haven’t noticed, all that matters to me in the end is myself and this SCW World Heavyweight Championship. Sorry ‘bout your luck, kid.

For a moment or two the cameras just remained on that smirking expression of Calvin’s. It was almost like that smirk was the icing on the cake and like it was the final message to drive home to Dmitri. Everything that had been said by Calvin was surely going to fire up Dmitri. Not to mention everything that people had seen come out of these two men for months guaranteed that when the two of them saw each other again at High Stakes that all hell was going to break loose. Only question on everyone’s mind is which one of them would have it in them to stand tall when it was all said and done.

[Calvin Harris]

 ACT IV: Dreaming Of Dmitri

In exactly twenty four hours High Stakes was going to invade Margaret Court Arena in Melbourne, Victoria, Australia. One could only imagine just how excited the fans were for this event. After all it wasn’t just fans of the city that were going to see the event. No fans all across the world were flying out to see High Stakes. It was one of those events that no one would want to miss. Though they weren’t the only ones that were excited and looking towards the event. No the others included the actual talent of SCW. So many of them were in a position where they could finally hold gold again. Others were in a position to retain gold. Some were just excited to have the opportunity to compete on the show. It was a chance to steal the show and show what they had.

One of those people that were excited for the show happened to be the SCW World Heavyweight Champion himself, Calvin Harris. People could speculate what exactly he was excited for. But deep down the thing that made the Martyr look forward to this night the most is the chance for him to finally shut everyone up. It was the chance for him to silence his critics and it was a chance for him to prove just exactly why he was the SCW World Heavyweight Champion. If the man managed to go into High Stakes with the championship and then walk out with it. Well then no one could deny his abilities again. At this particular moment he sat in his hotel bed, shirtless, and with his cell phone in hand. Specifically with Skype up and peering into the screen of his phone.

CALVIN HARRIS: Damn. I didn’t realize how late it was getting over here.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Late for you? Do you have any idea what time it is here? And I’ve got two children I have to get up with in the morning.

CALVIN HARRIS: I know, I know. I appreciate you staying up to talk to me for a little while.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: You better!

CALVIN HARRIS: I do, babe.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Good, now what time do you have to be there tomorrow?

CALVIN HARRIS: I’ve got to be at the venue by noon, but I actually have to be up by eight in the morning. I’ve got a last minute radio interview to do in the morning.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Yeah, cause you’re annoying voice is the first thing I want to hear in the morning when I’m trying to enjoy a cup of coffee.

CALVIN HARRIS: Fuck you!

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Nah, not really feeling it.

He could see her smirking through the screen of his phone. All he could do at that moment was roll his eyes. For he had no intentions of going back and forth with her. Not when his eyelids were heavy as hell and he was exhausted. Odds weren’t in his favor.

CALVIN HARRIS: Alright whatever. You win this round.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: And every other round, but who’s counting right?

CALVIN HARRIS: Obviously you are.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Anyway! I am going to let you get off here so you can get your beauty sleep and I’m going to attempt to get some myself. Call me tomorrow?

CALVIN HARRIS: Sure, I’ll call you when I’m done with the radio gimmick.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Great, love you.

CALVIN HARRIS: I love you too.

Waving goodbye to the phone before tapping his thumb against the end skype call button. That being said he learned over and grabbed the charger to his cell phone plugging it in. Only for him to reach up and turn the lamp off that sat on the bedside table. That was it for him. Calvin found himself slinking into the bed as he turned to his side and propped one of the pillows up under his bed. For a moment he could just hear the general things one would hear inside of hotel. People walking down the hall. Occasionally the elevators doors opening. Things like that but that faded quickly as he found himself drifting off into a slumber.

“Caaaaaaaaaalvin...”

A very low and almost sinister like voice seemed to bounce off the hotel walls. Calvin let one eye pop open, especially considering that he heard his name. His eye wandered around the dark room. Searching for whatever it was that would have said his name. Nothing had seemed to pop out and nothing seemed to have been there. It wasn’t too long before Calvin’s eyelid got heavy and it shut. Drifting back into the slumber or so it seemed.

“Caaaaaaaaaalvin... I’m heeeeeeeeeerrrrreeee!”

In his sleep Calvin could feel the hair on the back of his neck starting to stand up quite possibly out of fear more than anything else. It registered in that sleeping conscience of his that his name had been said again. Resulting in both of Calvin’s eyes popping open. In a bit of a frantic manner they searched around the room. Looking for anyone or something that might have caused what he was hearing. Nothing was there though. Literally there wasn’t a sign of a single person existing in the room. The only logical reason for all of this is that he was so tired his brain was playing tricks on him. Once again he let his eyes close and for a few moments it felt like he was keeping himself awake. In attempt to see if he was hearing his name again.

Sure enough, he could feel himself starting to drift back off into sleep. In that moment though Calvin was jolted a wake when he felt himself being yanked out of the hotel bed. Before he could even register what happened he was pulled up and slammed against the wall directly behind him. Following the feeling of his back going out with how hard he had been slammed into the wall. Calvin felt a tight grip around his throat. By that time his eyes were able to adjust and he was able to figure out what was going on. Calvin found himself looking forward and into the eyes of the man that was his worst enemy. His arch nemesis so to speak. Calvin was looking right at Dmitri who had a hold of his throat and squeezing to drive the breath out of him.

DMITRI: I told you I was here, Calvin. Did you do what you always do?!

That grip that Calvin felt on his throat intensifying. It literally was doing what Dmitri was asking for. Driving the breath right out of him. Calvin tried to reach out and grab a hold of Dmitri but it seemed damn near impossible.

DMITRI: You don’t listen when people try to warn you. You don’t listen when people have more knowledge about a situation than you do. You don’t listen to anyone other than yourself and that’s why you always end up in this situations!

CALVIN HARRIS: GET... THE... HELL... OFF... ME!

DMITRI: How typical of you, Calvin? You don’t like it when the odds aren’t in your favor. But little do you know, these odds were never going to be in your favor at High Stakes. After all Calvin, didn’t you see a Fortune Teller last week? Didn’t she tell you how dark the future was for you? Matter of fact I believe she told you how bleak High Stakes was going to be and it scared you. It terrified you. It made your skin crawl. It made you sick to your stomach. And most of all, it sent you into a state of denial!

CALVIN HARRIS: FUCK... YOU!

Speaking was not the easiest thing to do with that grip on his throat. Suddenly that grip got tight enough that all Calvin’s vision got blurry. His face was starting to turn blue. Despite his vision being blurry, Calvin could hear that sinister chuckle of Dmitri’s filling the air.

DMITRI: She warned you what your future held. You didn’t listen. I’ve warned you what your future has held. You didn’t listen. And now look at you? You’re at my mercy. I could end you right this minute and see to it that there was no match at High Stakes tomorrow night. But truth be told I want the honor and the glory of doing it in front of thousands...

All of the sudden Dmitri let go of Calvin’s throat. He found himself stepping back with Calvin dropping to the floor of the room gasping for air. The blue tint to his face fading for a blood red color. As the man’s blood began to circulate through his body once again. Calvin found himself looking up with his eyes locking on Dmitri. That sinister smirk still spread across his foe’s face.

DMITRI: I told you, Calvin. I am under your skin. I am in your head. I’ve become your conscience and you’re never going to be able to escape that.

Hearing those words just caused Calvin’s eyes to fill with rage. He pushed himself up to his feet with his fist doubled up and the anger starting to consume him.

CALVIN HARRIS: You son of a bitch!

Calvin found himself charging right for Dmitri. In doing so he swung with all his might aiming right for the face of the man that was no doubt his arch rival. Though all of the sudden there was this loud THUD sound. Not to mention Calvin himself felt the thud as he opened his eyes. Only to find himself lying face first into the hotel floor. With his legs wrapped up in the blanket and his body drenched. Literally drenched in sweat. Aggressively he kicked the blankets off of his feet as he pulled himself up to a sitting position on the floor of the hotel. Glaring around the room.

CALVIN HARRIS: What the hell is happening? Was that a fucking dream?

In speaking to himself, he had to question the situation that he found himself in. What he had just experienced felt so very-very real to him. His heartrate was up, it felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest at any moment. The sweat was dripping from his forearms and his forehead. He continued to look around the room, but there was no one there. Nothing had been moved. Lights were still out. None of this made sense. He shook his head while sitting on the floor.

CALVIN HARRIS: No. He’s not under my skin. He’s not in my head. He’s not my conscience. I refuse to believe this! Get your shit together, Calvin!

Pushing himself up off the ground in a very frustrated manner. He yanked the blanket up off the floor and put it back in position on the bed. Taking a seat himself, he just sat there with his head down. Giving it a little shake. Trying to make sense of everything that had happened. Only sense that it made was that he had a bad dream. Everyone has a bad dream every now and then. He was no different right? That being said he pushed himself back into the bed and shifted to get himself comfortable. Looking up at the ceiling. All of this was going to be over in the matter of hours. Finally, he would get some rest when he proved everyone wrong. Finally, Dmitri would no longer be a factor. All he had to do is get to High Stakes.

ACT V: The Finale

For the last two weeks Superstars and Bombshells alike with Sin City Wrestling have been preparing for tonight’s event: High Stakes. After all tonight was going to be the night that would go down in history for the company and there were so many people that were in positions where some of their wildest dreams could come true. Simply put there was a reason why High Stakes was sold out. At this point the clock was ticking down and we were only hours away from the event going live. However that didn’t mean that there wasn’t still work to do. In fact there was work to still be done and words to still be had. Cue why the cameras found themselves opening up at this exact moment.

As soon as they did the cameras found themselves focusing on the ring that many people would all be focused on later in the evening. However it was whom was standing in the ring at that time in which was the primary focus. Leaning against the top rope with the SCW World Heavyweight Championship in hand was none other than the Martyr. Calvin had this smirk spread across his lips. That smirk always seemed to spell bad news. For it was generally a sign that Calvin was going to have something to say that was filled with arrogance and let his ego truly shine. Pushing himself off the ropes, Calvin began to pace around the ring keeping that smirk spread all across his lips.

CALVIN HARRIS: Here we are Dmitri. It is the night of High Stakes. It is the night in which you and I will find ourselves facing off against each other for the final time. I’ve referred to this as the final chapter to our story. Hell, you can simply just call it the Finale. To which if we’re being honest here Dmitri. I couldn’t be more excited for this night. I couldn’t be more excited to know that when this night comes to an end. And you know why that is right Dmitri? Please tell me that you know why tonight is one of the happiest nights of my life.

His words were very taunting at that moment. For two reasons, the first being that he knew that when Dmitri saw this he was going to have to be forced to listen to what came out of his mouth next. Then there was the other reason which involved him asking a question that was aimed directly at Dmitri, but at the same time he was in a situation where he couldn’t actually answer it. As he paced around the ring a little more, he looked back at the cameras.

CALVIN HARRIS: I am excited because I know that at the end of the night. When the dust settles and all the smoke clears out. I am going to be the man that is standing over you with the SCW World Heavyweight Championship held high over my head. Literally, I am going to put my foot on your chest to further prove that you are truly beneath me. But at the same time there is an underlying situation that means more than just defeating you and keeping my title. The thing that makes me the happiest and the thing that makes me the most excited is that I know when the night comes to an end. I’m never ever going to have to deal with you again. Defeating you this time means you’re gone and you’re out of my life for good. Of course, you don’t want that to happen to do you Dmitri? Deep down you don’t want this to be the finale between us. I can see it in your eyes. I can hear it with every word that comes out of your mouth.

Calvin took the time to pause at that moment. Just standing there in the middle of the ring and looked right at the cameras. His pause was done intentional. A way to make the SCW fans squirm while wondering what his reason for this was. It might even been a technique to make Dmitri himself squirm. At the same exact time though, Calvin being who he was. He couldn’t keep his mouth shut for long especially when he felt like he had the upper hand.

CALVIN HARRIS: You aren’t as much of a mystery like you think you are. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. You’re very predictable. At this point Dmitri, I can read you like a book and this is one of those things were the situation is no different. That being said, the reason that you don’t want this to be the finale between us. The reason that you don’t want this chapter to come to an end. The reason that you’re hoping that the night never actually comes to an end is because you need me. Yes, that’s right you need me. You need me in the sense that is the only way that you are relevant. You need me in the sense that I keep you in the headlines. You need me in the sense that I am the only reason people actually look at you and that people actually give a damn about you.

And I know that hearing that actually be said out loud, instead of you telling that to yourself time and time again behind closed doors is going to be a hard pill to swallow, but the point is you know I’m speaking the truth. If the people truly sat down to think about it, without immediately hating on me for having anything negative to say about me. They would also know that it’s true. The proof is there in black and white. On the night you got put into the battle royal match for the vacated the SCW World Heavyweight Championship. Not too many people were paying attention to you. On top of that no one was expecting you to win the championship. Especially not after seeing you fail time and time again before. But when that night was all said and done. When I left with the championship and when it was announced you’d be getting a shot one on one people began to pay attention to you.

Those words came out of Calvin’s mouth and they seemed to echo throughout the empty arena. No doubt about it, those words were actually going to get under the skin of a lot of the fans. For no other reason than he actually had a point. There was some truth that was coming out of his mouth.

CALVIN HARRIS: For the first time in your entire career people were one hundred percent behind you and had all their eyes on you. It was attention that you had craved for so long. Knowing that you had thousands and thousands of people behind you. Made you actually find confidence in yourself that you hadn’t had in years. It actually made you believe that you might actually finally be able to become the SCW World Heavyweight Champion. Because let’s face it shall we Dmitri? Prior to what random shot when it was vacated, you were already giving up on your dream. You were already starting to accept that you might not be able to hold that championship. You were starting to accept that you were going to be nothing more than just another man on the roster with no real important. But then of course Mark and Christian do what they are known for doing. Making huge mistakes by putting you in that situation.

Long story short you had people behind you, you had the attention you wanted, and you were in the position to win the championship for the first time. Now, like I said a few days ago. I give you credit where credit is due. You went the distance, you proved yourself on that night, and you took the one thing home that mattered to you the most. Being the SCW World Heavyweight Champion put you in more headlines. It made you the face of the company. It had more people talking about you and it had more people starting to support you. Especially considering that I’m the one that you defeated. Not to mention they figured if they continued to support you. You’d give back to them and not just give back to them, but they figured that it would keep me away from the SCW World Heavyweight Championship. Boy oh boy did those folks end up being wrong. I could just imagine how badly they wanted to kick themselves in their ass when I took the championship right back only a few weeks later.

Truth be told Dmitri, they wanted to kick themselves, As much as you wanted to kick yourself. I mean all that hard work for over a year to get you in that position. Only for you to cave under the pressure. Only for you to prove what people have said all along that you didn’t have what it took. Only for you to prove that you weren’t really all that different. The same reason people ignored you in the first place. Lady luck leaving your side just as quickly as she had joined it was not a situation that was working out for you very well at all. After losing that championship to me. In fact just losing to me in general is what sent you into straight panic mode. You were sure that everyone was going to start ignoring you again. You were sure that people were going to pretend you didn’t exist again. You were sure you’d lose your status in SCW. The only saving grace you had in any of that was the fact you had a rematch clause in your contract for anytime you lost a championship.

His pacing came a stop with Calvin backing himself into the corner of one of the ring posts. He just looked around the arena a little bit. Taking in the sight and starting to register just what kind of atmosphere he was going to be involved with later in the night. In the back of his mind he already knew that this place was going to be packed by the time the main event happened and in knowing that, he also knew there wasn’t a single person that would be rooting for him.

CALVIN HARRIS: Because you knew that you could lose everything that quickly. Aside from the championship match. That’s why you went hiding for several weeks. You went into hiding like a coward, which makes me hate you even more. Like I had no respect and hated you prior to that, but now it’s on a level you could not ever begin to imagine. You went into hiding and lurked from the shadows to see how things were going to be. A lot of people stopped supporting you. A lot of people were disappointed in you. A lot of people were upset that you couldn’t get the job done against me and keep the championship you had worked your entire career for. At the same time it was never enough people to make a difference that would remove you from the headlines. It wasn’t enough to make Mark or Christian decide to pull out on Dmitri project. Nor was it enough to make them want to take your rematch away from you. If anything people were looking forward to that rematch, with the mindset of thinking that lightning could strike twice.

As those words fell from his lips. Calvin was shaking his head at the same time in that same disappointed manner. That alone summed it up with how he thought felt about those people's mindsets.

CALVIN HARRIS: Yet the moment you decided to come out of the shadows. You took it upon yourself to try real hard to paint yourself as the villain to this story. You tried real hard to get the people to turn against you. You tried real hard to make people not want to support you when this match came about at High Stakes. In a very desperate measure, you tried to paint yourself as the evil one in this match. All for the sake of making your name stand out more. All for the sake of making headline. As well as for the sake of trying to get those people to root for me for a reverse psychology measure.

If they rooted for me, then you somehow got lucky, then that meant they would hate you more than they hated me, and that they would want me to go after you again. They’d want me to cash in my rematch. They’d want this to continue on a few more months. Essentially giving you exactly what you wanted in the end.To which at the end of the day, Dmitri. I once again have to give you credit where credit is due. At least you were creative with how you went about things. You did really well at trying to swing things in your favor. You tried super hard to make sure that this continued, so I could continue to be a crutch for you to lean on.

But all of that is going to blow up in your face. For two reasons. First and foremost, you can never be a better bad guy than me. I literally am the best at that. My presence alone pisses people off. Meanwhile your presences doesn’t do anything. Negative or positive, it’s just whatever most of the time. You could literally murder puppies and punch babies, and they’d still love you more than me. Simply put there’s no chance in hell that these people are ever going to cheer for me. The hatred is too real. And the second reason you failed is because you don’t have what it takes to manipulate me. That much has been proven in the past.

I’ve done mentally checked out on dealing with you over and over again. Not to mention once this match happens and I literally embarrass you in every inch of this very ring. There’s going to be no question at all who the better wrestler is. There’s going to be no question at all who the better champion is. There’s going to be no question at all in whether or not you’re in my league. It’ll be proven first hand and when that happens. I can officially check on the psychical part of being in the ring with you. I can move on to the next moron and smack them for a few months like I did you. At the end of the day, I won’t be your crutch to stay relevant.

His words had to no doubt sting. Maybe for the fact that they have some truth to them. Or maybe because they were flat out lies. At this point there was really no telling at all how that was going to turn out. Still a few more hours to go in the case. Pushing himself right out of the relaxed position of the corner. He marched right towards the cameras to make sure he got up close and personal with them.

CALVIN HARRIS: I have to admit to you Dmitri. It has truly amused me how much you’ve tried to tell the story that you’re my conscience. It amuses me how much you’ve tried to tell me that you’re in my head. It amuses mr so much about how you’ve tried to convince me that you’re under my skin. Tried to paint that picture with all of your might, but when people peel back that mask you’re trying to put on. It’s pretty obvious what is going on here. You depend on me to make you relevant. You depend on me to make you a name in SCW. You depend on me to make your keep from nose driving straight into the ground. You depend on me to ensure that you don’t get those future endeavored papers. You essentially depend on me the way that you depend on oxygen in your lungs to keep you getting up and living life the next day. Well Dmitri, there’s no easy way for me to put this for you. Then again I don’t need to put it to you easy. Consider your career officially on life support.

Those words came off as cold as ice. A little bit of venom to his statement. Obviously at this point Calvin simply didn’t care and there was no holding back for him. This was something that he needed to get off his chest. Keeping that gaze on the cameras, he was quick to follow right back up after that statement.

CALVIN HARRIS: With all of that being said Dmitri, I am going to leave you with these final words. Words that I know I’ve said before, but they are words that are going to stand true tonight more than any other night. It’ll be a night where only the strong survive. To which I believe I am the one that will survive in the end. Never forget the name Calvin Harris, because he is SIMPLY BETTER than YOU in every way imaginable. Enjoy our finale, you piece of shit.

Sure enough those were the final words to come out of the mouth of the Martyr. Calvin just stood there in the middle of the ring that he’d be defending his championship in only a few hours from now. That fire built up in his eyes and that sinister smirk of his spread across his lips. It was those final words that the fans were going to have to hold onto. It was those final words that Dmitri would have to dwell on heading into their match. It was those final words that very well could have set the tone. Nothing left to be said, Calvin dropped down with the championship and rolled on out of the ring. For one last image purpose, he began to walk up the ramp way of the empty arena with the championship raised high above his head just before the cameras had faded on out to black.

[Dmitri]

 Oh Brother my Brother</color>

Dmitri can be seen sitting in a chair on the balcony of his hotel room. Staring at the scenery in front of him as he is clearly lost in his thoughts

”Dmitri??”

He hears the voice of Gothika, the woman that he loves as he slowly turns his head towards her. Smiling at her with a look of joy as his eyes roams over her body. She is wearing a revealing nightie that shows off her beautiful legs, as it covers just enough to hide her silk underwear underneath. She catches him staring at her as she grins before kissing him gently on the forehead.

”Penny for your thoughts??”

He grins, he knows that she already knows the answer to her own question. He slowly turns his attention back to the view of Melbourne, Australia. Drifting back to his thoughts about his brother, wondering if what Vladimir told them was true.

”I know it must have been a shock to you Dmitri, thinking that you had no relatives left. I…”

Her words drift off in the thin air, as he thinks back to that fateful night where he came face to face with the final air to the Romanov heritage. Whom people assumed he had died due to a natural cause, only to be enduring the fear of being found by Ekaterina and killed. Something he finally overcame, only to warn Dmitri about his family roots and what Ekaterina did to every living Romanov. To avenge the fact that she was born as a Romanov bastard and after becoming a vampire pledged to kill each and every one of them. Clearly Dmitri wasn’t the only one left.

”You ok sweetie??”---

”Forgive me my dear Damia, I did not meant to cause you to worry about me. It is true my thoughts are elsewhere instead of where they should be. But just to think that every time that I finally get away from it all, Ekaterina manages to sink me back into the deep end that she had dragged me through for centuries. Once again a lie has kept her hopes and dreams of making me suffer alive. It makes me wonder what length she would not dare to go next…, if she already hasn’t reached that point.”

She nods her head, placing her hands upon his shoulders. Feeling them slowly tense before they give in to the sensations that her fingers give him. He gasps, wanting the strain upon his body and mind to disappear, but knowing that there are so many things that he has to do before he could ever turn his attention back to Calvin Harris. The name causes him to grind his teeth, the hatred that he possesses for him is almost equal to that of Ekaterina. Even though he knows that nobody could ever come close to the centuries of punishment that he had to endure. But certainly an equal to J2H, a man that he had faced so many times and brought the best out of him. Only to bring out a mutual respect between the two, something he is having second thoughts off that would ever happen between him and Harris.

”Please relax my love, you are so tense”

The words are those of love, concern and tenderness. He feels her fingers dig into the right places of his shoulders and neck, causing him to gasp out intensely before closing his eyes and giving in to the pleasure that she gives him.

”Let me take care of you Dmitri, everything will be alright”

The words slowly fade into the listening ears of Dmitri, almost falling into sleep as his head is tolling. The sound of her voice has changed into the sound of silence, the silence that he has always been wishing for… and yet hated as well. Remembering how he hated the watchful eyes of his maker every single moment during the night while hunting for innocent human blood, whispering words into his ears to encourage him to feed. Many would assume that the viciousness of a vampire would cause another to hate their maker in due time, but it was the seemingly endless patience of tormenting him with mere words that got to him.

”Please stop Ekaterina….”

The begging words that he had used upon her so many times, especially in the beginning as everything was new to him once more. As if he was reborn, shedding out the cold womb of his death and reborn into the now cold world that he once loved. She often broke him down by whispering towards him about how much she loved ripping him out of the hands of his family. Promising him that she would make him forget them eventually, knowing that he would only try to resist even more.

”Why???”

His eyes close deeper and deeper in anguish and pain, causing the lines between his eyes become more and more visible. Tears are slowly emerging as he suddenly releases the tension around his eyes as he feels the fingers of Gothika…

I’m with you my love, don’t try to resist the memories….”

Instinctively he reacts to her as his face calms down, allowing his mouth to open slowly as his fangs are bare for the camera to see. Allowing oxygen to escape his mouth in a sinister way.

”Why do you torture me this way so many times??”

The whisper causes him to doze off as his memories takes him back to Moscow, Russia. Sitting in that oh so familiar bedroom, consisting of a bed where he is chained to by Ekaterina. A record player is playing some unknown Russian folklore over and over again, causing to drive Dmitri insane of insanity. It causes him to react in his dream as he relives the memory, his arms are tensing up again as Gothika massages them as she kisses his forehead.

”Don’t resist….”

Dmitri reopens his eyes, only to realize that he is still inside the memory that he has been trying to forget all these centuries. But this time there’s a difference, he is smiling something fresh instead of the scent of death and filth that he was used to after all the torture that he had to endure. He looks around, something is not right to him. Causing him to bare his fangs and be careful as he tries to soak in every part of the room.

”Who is there?”

His mind would tell him that it is obviously Ekaterina, but to his senses it’s something totally different. Suddenly he sees the door open, nothing but light enters from the other side of the room, yet nobody is entering. Dmitri is standing there for a few moments, not sure whether he should walk through it or just wait. Only to have his curiousness to overcome his concern, walking towards the door with soft footsteps. Not sure what to be expecting on the other side as he walks in.

”Oh God….”

We see Gothika standing over the now sleeping Dmitri, she can follow his every thought that passes through his mind while listening intensively to every word that he speaks. She remember the dream fasting that she has had with him, but she knows that this isn’t the urge that they shared for each other, but something far more intense in a painful way. Caressing his face as she is just inches away from his face as she continues to concentrate on him.

Dmitri is now unaware to the concerning thoughts of Gothika as he is now walking through the fields of his family. He sees the house that he remembered from his youth. Seeing animals eat calm from the field as birds are flying past his head as they are chirping happy songs. There’s a moment where he has hesitation as he sees two kids running towards him, not much older than around their mid teens.

”How can this be??”

He cocks his head sideways, narrowing his eyes as he stares at the running teens with more intensity. Before he suddenly realizes.

”That’s…. that’s me and….”

”Me brother??”

Dmitri freezes, hearing the familiar of his brother Yevgeni talking to him. Wondering how he could have snaked up to him without him realizing his presence to be there.

”Yevgini??”

He turns around and stares into the eyes of the man that he has called his brother for most of his youth, seeing that was the closest of a human life that he could remember. He sees the muscular upper body of his brother as he is wearing a tight fitting shirt.

”Yevgeni? How??”

How? How you ask?? That’s what I could ask you also little brother…, how??”

His heart is beating inside his gut, he hears the words pierce a hole through his body. He can sense his anguish towards him, his sadness and anger. But why?? What for?? Dmitri is not sure what to think of it, but doesn’t get any chance to find out.

”Why did you leave me alone to slowly decay Dmitri??”

He hears the words echo through his brain, making him realize that he is blaming Dmitri for something he did not know anything about.

Nothing little brother? Oh I would find that rather quite amusing. Seeing that I tried to protect you from her. Yet you just allowed to accept your fate and become her lap dog?? Is that what I prepared you for?? You disgust me”

”But…, I… I did….”

”Did not know? Was these the words that your mind was looking for?? Oh please Dmitri, I thought I taught you to ask questions instead of merely accepting reality?? You should have known from the beginning instead of just accepting a lie.”

”But….”

He notices that his brother isn’t listening to his pleads, the eyes are dry and filled with sadness that breaks the heart of Dmitri.

For how long must I wait Dmitri? For how long must I wait until your eyes will accept another lie that Ekaterina implanted inside your stinking skull of a brain of yours??”

”But…”

”STOP THE FUCKING PLEADING!!!”

He realizes that Yevgeni didn’t brought him here to hear him plead, he was summoned here to know what he has been missing. Causing him to accept the fact that he needs to be quiet and listen to his brother. Staring at him as he realizes how long he must have been waiting for him, feeling the sadness come over him.

”Are you feeling sad now little brother?? Is it pity that you feel for me??”

Dmitri is quiet, not sure what to say. Not even sure whether he could or even should stare into the eyes of his brother once more.

”LOOK AT ME!!!”

He realizes that he cannot keep his gaze from his brother for much longer. He slowly turns his attention towards the man that is his own flesh and blood, the man that Ekaterina turned to a vampire before she did to him. Making him wonder whether she did it on purpose to get to him?? Was she that evil?? Questions that flow through his mind before he finally accepts the fact that he has to look into the eyes of the man that is his brother.

”Yevgeni???”

Suddenly Dmitri realizes that he is not with his brother anymore, that he isn’t even in the fields of his family anymore. Back into the room that he was in before he entered the fields of his family. He is looking around, was Ekaterina playing tricks on him?? He sniffs the air, realizing that he smells that familiar scent of death and destruction that he hated so much. Only wanting to free himself from it, as he feels that his chest is slowly starting to be pressured under an immense pain as suddenly he wakes up.

”DMITRI!!!”

He stares into the eyes of his lover, who is filled with tears and concern. Something terrible must have happened during his moment of sleep/dream fasting. The tears in her eyes makes him realize that she had to endure the same pain, maybe even more than he did as he holds her in his arms while staring into the darkness.

The hour sand is ticking part one</color>

A television screen is on in a rather dark room, a hotel room that is completely filled with darkness as every curtain is closed. No lights are burning except from the lights that comes from the tv screen, causing to shine towards a figure that is sitting on a chair staring at the screen.

To you maybe. To other people maybe. Although by the sound of those idiots in the stands tonight. This match did matter to them and they didn’t want to see their heroes lose. Tough luck for them. But for me? For me, this is just another notch on the belt. This is just another victory over Dmitri. This is just another night where I have proven without a shadow of a doubt I am better than him. He tried me and he failed again. So that is worthy of celebrating.

The figure presses on a remote control, causing the shot to freeze as the figure stares at the face that has spoken those words. The camera slowly turns towards the screen, to reveal a previously aired interview between Miss Rocky Mountains and the current SCW Heavyweight Champion of the World Calvin Harris. There is silence for a few moments as the camera slowly drifts away from the screen and back to the figure, as it reveals to be the man that will challenge Harris for the title… the number one contender Dmitri.

”How words flow from your mouth when the momentum is sky high and you have felt the glorious moments of victory once more. Where some would argue a victory over another, while we as combatants just view it as nothing more than another consequence that happens in our sports isn’t it Calvin??”

Dmitri cocks his head sideways, staring at the cocky grin from the champion. Causing him to show a grimace of anger and hatred towards the man, but knowing that after this coming Sunday that everything could be so much differently.

”How I applaud you for constantly coming out with words that flows from the tongue for everyone to hear that wishes to listen or not, to you it doesn’t make any difference. The word of the Martyr of Wrestling, that is also the Messiah that will save us from mediocrity isn’t it?? And for the fact that you are the champion once more, carrying that championship belt that should be mine in the first place gives you the right to make it the Calvin Harris show isn’t it??”

“Lights, camera… and action. Words that are synonymous with classical memories of the big screen. Where stars as Fred Astaire graced the movie screens and/or your television screens with the magic that was clearly his for the taking. Dancing in the rain, where his every single move was gracefully and told a story of its own in one eventually masterpiece that was often imitated…, yet never duplicated. And why?? Because art never has an equal Calvin, art lives on whereas the imitation often is forgotten and disposed of for a few bucks on a garage sale if you are lucky”

“But I can hear you think Calvin, what does this got to do with the man that is the current SCW champion. Surely Calvin Harris isn’t an imitation of art is he?? Surely Calvin Harris is a masterpiece in the making, a Michelangelo. A real life Adam’s Creation emerging right before our watchful eyes. And yet does it show it’s greatness to the small minded people that are already satisfied with just another real life soap opera on channel 8?? It must be frustrating for a man of your stature that you are to this present day still misunderstood. A two time SCW World Champion? And everyone still talks about the man that whose tag team partner got pinned by you. Good for you Calvin, I guess that would cause the fingers of Adam and God to come even closer to reality. The one thing that you were praying for wasn’t it?? Because that would have brought you closer to the master piece that you were destined for.”

“And yet there’s always that doubt upon whatever painting that hangs on whatever museum’s wall for the audience to see. Whether the millions that you spend on it allowed you to have obtained the original and not just a copied fake wannabe that the master’s pupil made inside the laundry room of his mother.”

Dmitri grinds his teeth, as he stares at every inch of the face of Calvin Harris, as if he carefully studies him from every single corner. Trying to find something that he could explore in his rant.

“The word master piece is quickly used these days isn’t it Calvin? These days when you are able to perform at a certain level, then you are already high above the rest. When you are able to create food that pleases the senses of the human’s mouth… then you quickly become a master chef in the kitchen. Almost to the point where you could eventually end up doing a program where you end up saving a restaurant that’s losing money. All in the good name that is a master piece itself that creates others by the blink of the eye. I bet you are the same also isn’t it Calvin? Wherever you go, you create a master piece existing out of chaos, the will to cheat your way into another substantially master piece of a victory. As the eyes of your soul is the brush that paints a path of you to follow into the heart of your very own Mona Lisa. The one thing that you would die for to possess one more single day of your entire existence. Wanting to prove to the world that everyone else that tries to take hold of your throne of being the very best needs to be punished by their lack of intellect, respect and most of all… by their lack of being artistic???”

“And yet I wonder oh sweet sour creation of a martyr, I wonder. Who are you to judge those who dare to be as different as you wish to be? Does that mean that you believe the same things like humans thought that the world was flat and that the entire universe evolves around you? It would explain the simple minded foolish nature that is burning inside your brain. Begging to be released by a dose of reality that will be between these hands. The hands that either creates or kills the hopes and dreams of others. Another artistic way to remove the world of the weak that are merely a shadow to whatever it is that you wish to achieve”

“I see you holding on to that championship belt as if it is the latest of a miracle that was created by your own two hands. A priceless artifact that should not have changed hands with those who did not deserve it, yet it did.. didn’t it?? You watched that desired price suddenly vanish from your hands as fast as Fred Astaire jumping on the street lamp for another dance move that made the world stand in awe.. defying the tears of nature as it wept for the greatness that was before God’s very own eyes. Perhaps even wishing that it would never be repeated ever since. I guess that’s what you have to tell the modern day pretenders that believe that they could sing and dance as an art form to make money isn’t it??”

His eyes are burning with desire to destroy the man that took away the championship belt from Dmitri. The one thing that was a thorn to his side once and now is once again an almost guilty pleasure to once again have in his possession.

”Too bad you are confusing your artform merely as a need, merely the fact that once you own it…. that you have the whole world in the palms of your hands to do whatever it is that pleases the greed that’s inside of you. While we all know that art is something that needs to be shared with the world to see, with the world to be allowed to appreciate the finer pieces of art. Too bad you won’t be around to actually appreciate it to the fullest of its content Calvin.”

His breathing is seemingly calm, yet his eyes are telling a different story. He is holding his right hand in the palm of his left hand as he closes it slowly to a fist.

”True art appreciation often comes after death does part the artist from it’s artform. Where the humans of your era are always skeptical, where they belittle you for everything that they can get their little fingers around expressing the foulness of your content. It sure does sound familiar doesn’t it?? As nobody understands your drive that causes you to go on within the shadows of your own non existence. Because in art there is no equal to the artist is there? But you know that you are just trying to cover up the inevitable don’t you?? The fact that the art of your creation will soon be covered with the blood of your futile attempts to once again put life into that what should be dead to begin with. It bothers you doesn’t it?? To know that the only one that understands your creative mindset is the one that has to tell you that there is no place for you in this world.. and that in my endless lifetime there will never BE one to begin with. Because it has all been done before Calvin, you are just mimicking the art that is a dying breed, where fools may appreciate the temporary… whereas I will only sooth my desires upon that what you cannot kill”

We hear a growl slowly escape his mouth, he closes his eyes. He feels his thirst boiling up inside of his gut. He is contemplating whether he should feed now, or merely wait another hour or so to finally give in to his needs.

”Once I was a little boy, resting on his back as he looked up to the clouds and used his imagination of whatever lifeform that he could see in the miracles of nature. I’m sure that we have all done that before. But I looked past the little sheep, the faces of your first crush that you had and even the lost parent that you desperately missed. Oh no, I saw an escape out of the world that would soon swallow me entirely and made me forget the fun side of pretend. The fun side of imagine what the world would be like IF…. What would the world be like IF I beat you Calvin? What would the world be like IF I made you understand that the smile upon that mysterious woman was nothing more than a mere illusion? Just like that championship is going to be an illusion from the moment that I set foot inside the painting that I will reveal for the world to witness. The painting of how I destroyed the Martyr of Wrestling”

With that he closes his eyes as the shot slowly fades.

Oh Brother, my Brother part 2</color>

Dmitri can be seen along with Gothika and Vladimir in the Flagstaff Gardens, one of the most well known parks in the city of Melbourne. They are enjoying a picknick while talking about the dream that Dmitri endured earlier this week concerning his brother. Dmitri is wearing a white blouse, his sleeves pulled up instead of the usual way he wears them. He wears a dark red pantalon and black matching shoes. Gothika is dressed in a lightblue dress that reveals her leg through the slit on the dress. Sitting bare footed on the blanket as her high heel shoes are on the grass. Vladimir is dressed in a light blue pantalon, white blouse as well as his jacket resting on the grass next to that of Dmitri. They are drinking glasses of red while enjoying their breakfast.

Dmitri, the things you told me makes me believe without a shadow of a doubt that your brother is still alive. Barely perhaps, but still alive.”

Dmitri looks up on the vampire, feeling uncomfertable about the whole situation as to why his brother was so angry towards him, but his thoughts quickly drift away from that as he heard him say these words.

” Barely??”

Vladimir looks at Dmitri with a calm look on his face, causing Dmitri to get more confused by the whole situation.

Dmitri, you do understand that the first ever known bloodline from the Romanovs came from the 1300's?? That you are a descendant that was born during the rise of the Romanovs? You have been a vampire for many centuries now, just understand that if your brother has been locked inside a casket for all these centuries. Tell me how do you think that after being locked inside a casket for over 400 years that you aren't pissed off beyond limits??”

There's a silence from Dmitri, realizing why Yevgeni reacted this way towards him.

I know you meant well, but I have a feeling he is beyond the point of accepting a mere I'm sorry Dmitri”

Dmitri knows that Vladimir is right, he lowers his head as he feels the soft touch of Gothika as she holds him in her arms. Feeling the hatred from his brother hover over him like a cloud of darkness. His emotions is tearing him apart from within, not wishing to give in to the pain but knowing deep down inside it is futile.

Suddenly he feels a cold shiver tremble through his body as he raises his head upwards in shock, sensing complete darkness surrounding him. The vague figure of Gothika and Vladimir are still visible for his vampire eyes too see, but they are not moving. Seemingly he is lost in time in space when a voice speaks out to him

” You know now the truth Dmitri??”

All he can do is nod, saddened by the reality of it all. Enticipating the next words to come from his long lost brother

”What are you going to do about it to fix it Dmitri??”

This comes as a complete shock to him, not expecting this from his brother. He wishes to speak out, but the void sucks away the breath from his lungs. Causing him only capable of gasp in utter shock.

”You are too blinded by the fake reality that is your home, this is my realm now Dmitri. This is my casket i sleep in, every passing second slowly deteriating from within. Nothing will stop her to punish me for failure”

Failure?? Dmitri is wondering what Yevgeni is talking about. Shaking his head, no longer he is capable of witnessing the shapes of Gothika and Vladimir. Realizing that he is now at the mercy of his own brother, unable to do anything as he gives in with sadness on his face.

”Is that the way I had taught you to stand up for yourself? To become a blatant crying little bitch!! If you think I am blaming you for being here instead of being with you....., you are right Dmitri... I am.... Just like Vladimir said..., i'm beyond the point of caring about whether you feel any remorse... I want revenge.... I want blood...”

”DMITRI!!!!?”

Dmitri suddenly reacts to the scream of Gothika, realizing that he is now escaped the void that he was in. He is breathing heavy, his eyes are dark as he has bitten on lower lip with such a force. Causing it to bleed heavily with such a force that both Gothika and Vladimir look at him with a troubled look on their faces. Causing him to react in a shock as Gothika hods on to him with every ounce of strength that is within her as slowly Dmitri feels his lower lip to heal. Only difference is that this time he is actually experiencing every single blood vessel slowly healing, his senses pick up the blood that is upon his chin as it’s dripping down to the ground. Putting his hands upwards to his chin as he catches every drop of blood within his hands before staring at it, staring at his own blood as if it was for the very first time. Realizing this is something completely different.

”This is from Yevgeni!!”

Dmitri quickly vanishes into the void that he was in just moments ago, vanishing his mind from the presence of his loved one and Vladimir. There is a soft whisper echoing into his ears, not knowing where it comes from or whatever it is that is being said. He feels something wet come in contact with his skin as he looks around and notices it is blood. Realizing that it has to be the blood of Yevgeni as that causes him to react in a shock.

”Why little brother? Am I troubling you?? I thought you enjoyed the taste of the innocent… or am I beneath you??”

Once again he finds himself unable to react to his brother by merely opening his mouth. But this time his mind is transferring his thoughts in an answer to his brother.

”My brother, where are you? Let me save you??”

There’s a moment of silence before it quickly gets replaced by sheer laughter. A dark sinister laughter that he has not even experienced from the days that Ekaterina treated him like garbage. Causing shivers to be send up and down his spine as struggles further and further, only to struggle more against the rising levels of Yevgeni’s blood that slowly swallows his entire body.

”You could have saved me for over how many centuries now Dmitri?? And yet you didn’t, no instead of that you tried to become a traveler. That travels around the entire globe and yet never ever dared to reach over and save me…. Where’s the brotherly love in that huh Dmitri??”

The blood slowly rises up to his chest, as blood is constantly pouring from above upon his face. Slowly dripping down his body to the puddle of constantly growing blood. Dmitri slowly starts to get restless as he lifts his head up high, trying to figure out where the blood is coming from when suddenly he once again awakens

”DMITRI!!!”

This time it is Vladimir that managed to get Dmitri out of his mental state that he was in just moments ago. Dmitri stares at him, he sees his moment of doubt upon his face as he already knows

”You’ve never seen something like this before haven’t you??”

This catches Vladimir by surprise, but reluctantly nods his head yes. Looking upwards at the concerned Gothika who is to figure out what is going on.

”Yevgeni wants to make me suffer the way he has suffered. But I am positive he does not want to kill me”

”How do you know???”

His eyes turns to that of Gothika, staring at the concern that she is spreading before he soothes her when he presents her with his patented smile that she has grown to love so much. He lifts his hand towards her skin and caresses her cheeks with the back of his fingers. Causing her to close her eyes as she cherishes the caress from him. Only to have her eyes reopen and he sees that the eyes that is staring at him aren’t that of hers. But eyes of his knbrother

”If you want your life to be back to what it used to be Dmitri, you better make sure that she will not kill me like she has done to each and every other before us. Soon you and me and her will be the final ones left of the blood line of the Romanovs Dmitri. She wants to kill us and once again feed…..”

The anger builds inside of him, realizing that now his brother has brought a new dimension between the hatred that he already has for Ekaterina. Dmitri grinds his teeth, knowing that his brother needs him. Knowing that he has to come face to face with the woman that is constantly trying to ruin his life and now that of his brother.

”The only way to end this is to finish this Dmitri, before more secrets will be revealed only to realize that it is too late”

He groans, more secrets? Is there much more that he can handle before it is driving him crazy?? He stares at the eyes of Gothika, her eyes are filled with tears as she sees her man filled with the struggle that is going on inside his head as well in his heart.

”We will find him Dmitri, we will stop Ekaterina before she does more damage to you or us. She will suffer for what she has doen”

His smile reveals the fact that she understands, that she will forever be by his side and will fight every battle along his side. He sighs as he feels that the presence of his brother has left him, clearly too weak to stay with him for too long. The anger that he has felt was clearly not just directed towards him, but to the woman that fooled him into his imprisonment, just in case if she would ever need him as a measure of revenge.

”Soon I will end this once and for all…. Soon…., very soon…”

With that the three stare at each other before they turn to enjoy their picnic, only this time they enjoy it in silence.

The Hour Sand is ticking part 2</color>

We cut back to Dmitri, sitting down in his chair, holding a picture of Calvin Harris in his hands. He stares with his coal like soulless black eyes at the picture. Breathing very slowly as his pale white skin has slowly turned into a dirty grey skin, clearly he hasn’t drank in a while and his hair is a mess, it almost  looks like he has aged three centuries in one night. His skin is clinging on to the bone structure of his skull as it seems as if his face has dried up considerably, we can see his cheek bones sticking out as his skin is just like a piece of cardboard paper clinging to his bone structure. His eyes aren’t moving, his lips are so dry that we can see cracks emerging everywhere. We see his lips start to bleed with every moment that he opens his lips, as if they were glued together and his flesh ripped apart. He lets his tongue run over the sensitive part of where his skin used to be and tastes his own blood, only to infuriate him even more.

”See what you have done to me? You would always deny it, you never do deeds that would harm others so you say… yet we both know better don’t we? It was you that stepped into my life and awoke a part of me that I could not explain… and now? Now it could be the very last time that I would be able to look you into the eyes across the ring of me? And I’ve been wanting this moment for quite some time, it was like opening a Christmas gift. Undoing the wrapping so gently, not wanting to spoil the surprise as I love to build up the tension. Tension…, the one word that has been there between hasn’t it?? I could almost taste it, I could have almost felt it in my clutches… only to watch you run off like a thief into the night. Never looking back, never caring how I felt. As you had your lies already prepared, as if they were written down upon a piece of paper for some graduation party that you never went to in the first place didn’t you? But you wanted a suffering gift of life, you wanted a token of my undying gratitude towards the one that was superior to the other. How foolish was I to think you cared about me?? How foolish was I to think that you were capable of to love….”

He closes his eyes, we see a buildup of filth piling up in the corner of his eyes due to the obvious lack of sleep and fluids. His fangs are protruding from the corners of his mouth as his thirst for blood has taken control over him. Not caring anymore to hide his true identity if he would set foot into the world that is mostly populated by human beings, the source of his thirst and clenching of it.

”Oh you humans, it’s sometimes as if you are drinking a glass of wine, a rare vintage that sets alarm bells off in the senses that makes you enjoy a pleasurable moment. For you wine lovers to close your eyes and enjoy the taste of a Château Petrus Pomerol 2004… where your taste buds will overload yourself with orgasmic like sensations that set your brain on fire… telling you that you just tasted the fine nectar of heaven slowly trying to find its way to your soul. And yet even though the price of several thousands upon thousands of dollars… it still would not compare it to the taste I got when I beat you…. Only to have it been washed away with vinegar not that much later. And since that day, the thirst for that one moment has eluded me… that one taste of that fine nectar of life has eluded me since that faithful day. Oh how I wished that I would have grabbed you by the throat when I had the chance and just squeezed the life out of you… but just like you humans say…., we can learn from our mistakes….”

“Mistakes, a small word with often huge consequences. Trying to cover up something huge with such a small tiny and almost seemingly meaningless explanation. Humans have forgotten what it is like to suffer from their mistakes, humans do not allow themselves to be placed upon the world as being a victim. Weaknesses aren’t allowed to be visible for the naked eye, because weakness makes you vulnerable. And vulnerability makes you unwanted, makes you hated by those who you despise the most. While it is the one thing that allows you to learn and be prepared to strike back the next time….”

“Next time…, I’m sure that you were hoping that there wouldn’t be a next time between us huh Calvin? That you would just merely being allowed to slip away underneath he radar and never to be heard off again? Because one situation does not equal the other, your redemption has come and that should have been the end of the story, where evil lord is thrown into the fire pits of hell and look back into the camera to say your final line. Your life is just as much as a pretentious art form… as well as a mere scripted line in a block buster Hollywood movie. Where the pressure upon reading your lines in front of the camera has been mastered by the man with the million dollar smile. Only to cover up the lack of that what stands in front of you. Adapting to the fact that this time I’m the hunter…., that this time I feel the desire to feed once more to be oh so fulfilling. A fulfillment to the point where I just don’t care anymore Calvin. Would that harm my chances??”

“Perhaps in a state of mind that only the true weaklings would be wishing for…. A wish to feel happiness once more. A mere wish where you would wake up and to realize all that happened was nothing more than a bad dream. How wishful thinking would make your confidence rise to the point of no return and expectations turning it’s ugly head around the corner once more. Too bad for you is that I know I’ve made mistakes my friend…”

He reopens his eyes, we see the bloodshed in his eyes as he lifts one of his hands towards his face and puts a glass of red to his lips. Anticipating the first taste of blood that he has not tasted in a very long time. Causing him to lick every last drop of blood from his lips and swallowing it, not wanting to miss out on any last drop to clear his thirst for blood. We can see the blood run through his veins, causing a small change to happen to his skin and his hair slowly becoming more healthy. He drops his hand with the glass as the camera watches him pour the glass once more with some more red. His hands shaking with anticipation to once again to taste that liquid he craves for oh so much

The last time I asked you if you knew who I am Calvin…, yet you seem to be so confident that you already have found the answer to every mystery question. Yet you do not know who I am or what you have done to me…. Questions that will either save you from the eternal beating that I am planning to give you…or merely succumb to the pain that I am willing to dish out just like the first time that I took away your championship belt”
Quickly he lifts the glass to his mouth and empties it just like that, he clears his throat with a sigh before starting to cough…. As he has drank too fast after being without it for way too long. Making him look addictive to his own desires, before showing a sinister smile as we can tell he is starting to get drunk from the red..

”But don’t you worry, I will be nice… yeah…. I will treat you like the champion that you are. I will applaud you, I will cheer you. I will raise your hand in victory, reminding the world and most importantly myself that you had beaten me to regain that belt…”

He suddenly stops smiling, his eyes are fixated upon the glass before turning towards the picture. Causing him to switch between the two artifacts that he is holding in his hands, as if he has problems choosing what he desires the most.

”Please forgive me”

His sinister smile emerges once more as he slowly places his cheek against the glass that was filled with the red

”I know it would be wrong to neglect that what you love the most in order to focus on that what you hate the most. But you must know that after I’m done with him”

His demeanor changes as he stares at the picture with his drunk look on his face, his eyes are rolling as he crumbles the picture of Harris and throws it away.

”Forgive me to the fact that I have no intention to play along with your mindless ideals. Forgive me that the only thing that is on my mind is to hurt you even more than I did when I crushed you inside that cage. It must have made you very small hasn’t it?? The vampire that did not stop, the eyes that were constantly burning into your soul and the century old breath that breathes down your neck and makes you vomit from the mouth? I’m not going to be telling tales of what has been, I’m not going to say what could happen to us in this match. But I know deep down inside the hatred I have for you feeds me, the desire that I have to once again hold that belt feeds me!! The fact that you walk around with that championship belt that should have been mine makes me sick to the stomach. The thought of taking that championship belt away from you makes me want to get on the next climax control show with that belt while it still has YOUR name written all over it in gold. Gold Calvin, the one essential thing in life that makes you tick and you wish to hold. To shove it down my face every fucking chance that you get”

“Chances is the key Calvin, chances that I have to take to get that belt back. Chances I have to keep my eyes open for every single moment of the match and not hesitate to kick you down and watch you crawl away. chances Calvin, chances are that I need to take down every opportunity before I get my hands raised once more as that champion that I want to be… that I have deserved to be…. The fact that you are proclaiming that you are better is an opportunity for me to prove you wrong, to show the world that I can overcome every obstacle that is put in front of me!! Not to walk away due to a towel being thrown in, not to be defeated by a mere technicality. Oh no Calvin, I will walk away when I realize that after our match I can look at myself in the mirror and know what I have done. That I have known that there was nothing more that could have been done and have your blood upon these hands.”

“Call me selfish, call me delusional. I dare to call myself the next two time SCW Heavyweight champion. Something that I can taste Calvin, something that I know that is out there for me to obtain.. something that my taste buds will know the difference from compared to wake up with a hangover and knowing  I’ve failed. I cannot fail Calvin… I cannot…”

The Night After</color>

<Font color=grey>Dmitri is standing alone on top of a rooftop, looking over the city of Melbourne at night. He is wearing a long black coat, that matches his black suit. He is wearing red ribbon across the pocket of his jacket as he hears footsteps. The footsteps that causes him to grind his teeth and clutch his fists as he knows he hates the woman that is approaching him. The footsteps stops as she is just a few steps away from him, the shot widens as we can see the person that he was expecting to be his creator Ekaterina. She is wearing a long red dress, a silver necklace around her neck with a red ruby in the middle. Her hair is tied up in a knot as she is looking like if she has come from a ballroom party while staring at her creation.

”Hello Dmitri…”

He doesn’t respond, he senses the grin upon her face, sensing the believe that she once again has power over him. God he hates this woman that he knows so well, yet he does not do anything. She grabs a purse that she is holding and opens it, grabs a cigarette out of a small box and a lighter.

”You don’t mind me smoking do you??”

<Font color=grey> Once again he doesn’t answer her, causing her to lift her shoulders. Lighting the cigarette anyways as she blows some smoke towards him grinning.

”So Yevgeny found a breathing hole to send you… what’s it called???”

”Dream fasting Ekaterina..”

”Whatever, it’s such a lame thing to do these days. Don’t you vampires use smartphones these days? I mean seriously. The visuals these days are amazing…, I….”

Dmitri grinds his teeth some more, not wanting to get into a chat with Ekaterina on gadgets and phones but about his brother.

”Where did you hide him??”

”Who??”

She smirks, she knows how much he hates it if she avoids answering him. He is trying to resist charging in on her, knowing that if he did she would never tell him where Yevgeni is at.

Where’s my brother???”

She senses his anger building inside of him, she notices how much he is trying to control himself not to kill her. Causing her to chuckle as she blows out some more smoke.

”I’ve heard that you shouldn’t be smoking these too often, it may kill ya”

”Ekaterina!!”

She chuckles, dropping the cigarette and putting it out with her own shoe. She walks over towards him, standing right in front of him as she looks him over from before smelling him. Sensing something different in him.

”Oh…., I guess Damia has wrapped you around her finger, wearing colognes?? Dmitri…. I’m impressed”

She chuckles as she turns around and walks away, walking towards a bench as she elegantly sits down. Staring at Dmitri as he hasn’t moved since he sensed her.

”Oh come on Dmitri…, why don’t we let bygones be bygones and pretend nothing has ever happened… I…”

<Font color=limegreen>”But things have happened Ekaterina!! Like you lying about my brother!!!”

This time he can’t control his rage towards her, turning around as he charges in on her. Wanting to grab her by the throat, but in the end he manages to compose himself. Breathing heavily before grabbing his head as he stares to the ground. Breathing heavily as he starts to scream in agony, clearly he has gotten himself into a clear conflict of his own conscience.

”What’s the matter Dmitri?? Does your little bitch of a girlfriend keep you on a leash? Are you too violent for her?? Or do you just pretend? Hoping that I would step aside?? Or even worse… run away???”

He is biting his lip, not wanting to hear what she is saying. But is unable to do as the pressure that he is going through is too much for him. Causing him to drop to his knees on the ground as Ekaterina chuckles. Lifting her left leg across her right as she had taken her right leg from her left leg a few moments ago. Giving Dmitri every possible opportunity to look on at her with disgust on his face

”Admit it Dmitri…, you are not over me after all”

Both of them knows that he hates her, yet she keeps tormenting him with lies and tricks. He turns away from her, waving his hand towards her, telling her that she can’t contain him. Causing her to burst out in laughter.

”Oh please Dmitri!! Stop your elegant behavior because of your girlfriend!! Because we both know that you are too nice to assault me and rip my throat out!! And don’t think telling me that you want to will change that fact!!”

<Font color=grey>He hates it when she is right, he does want to rip her to shreds but knows that this isn’t the right moment. Allowing the torture to continue, waiting for the moment to come that she finally gives him what he wants.

<Font color=red>”Oh no Dmitri, you won’t get what you want that easily. You see, I want something in return”

<Font color=grey>He knew she would resort to this eventually. He lifts his head up, staring at her for the very first time. Causing the two to sense the hatred that he has for her, only for her to roll her eyes.

”You don’t even know what I am going to be asking Dmitri”

”Get on with it Ekaterina, the faster I know the faster I get to free my brother”

<Font color=grey>She chuckles, shaking her head as she places her hand across his chest. Causing him to close his fist, resisting the urges to attack her.

<Font color=red>”Now this wasn’t such a bad thing now was it…. you see Dmitri, you have been a very bad boy. Very disobedient and quite honestly, you blew the chances to find out the truth about your family.”

<Font color=grey>He looks questionably at her, trying to understand what she is saying.

”I see I caught your interest huh Dmitri?? Oh yeah, that’s right. Your family, you already found your big brother screaming out attention towards you. A vampire that has been hiding for over 400 years, a vampire that would resort to desperate measures to sink his teeth into the flesh of humans… or even worse… a vampire”

He closes his fist, he stares into her eyes that he despises as she continues to grin

”I bet he was blaming you for the fact that you never came to search for him??”

Dmitri remains silent

”While you could wonder to yourself why he never ever contacted you. He knew that you would be turned, hell he wanted to do it himself. Talking about being an ungrateful little pet?? But at least he enjoyed me punishing him”

His mind is racing, hating every word that she is saying and yet cannot contain himself to stop listening to her as she knows it.

”A vampire that was a man to my heart, but the fact that he wanted to create his own family of vampires against my wishes was the limit. I had to punish him Dmitri….”

”Why didn’t you just kill him instead?? Just like you told me you he was already dead”

The calm nature of his question surprises her, expecting him to scream at her or remain silent. Something that she quite liked

”That would have been so much fun wasn’t it Dmitri?? Maybe I should have…”

<Font color=limegreen>”Tell me why Ekaterina!!”

Remembering his short temper that always made her grin

”Why don’t you just be a good boy and get your focus upon that what is really important for you right now Dmitri… winning a championship belt that has been such a curse for you.. maybe.., just maybe we will talk again on a later date”

<Font color=grey>Dmitri looks up, shocked to hear the fact that she wouldn’t give him the answer that he was seeking for. Looking around as he realized that Ekaterina has vanished, realizing that this wasn’t the last thing that he has seen of her.

The final words</color>

Dmitri stands in the ring, the same ring where he and Calvin Harris will wage war this coming weekend for the SCW World Heavyweight Championship. A title that they both have held at last at one point in their careers. Both tasted victory and defeat, something that neither man wants to experience this coming weekend. He has a cold look in his eyes as he stares towards the camera.

<Font color=limegreen>”Tell me Calvin, have you been enjoying that championship belt? You believe that your charade of you holding that championship belt and clutching it to your heart works on me? Pretending to be the one that has a desperation for that championship belt? How ironic to have seen how you have evolved from the confidence to so many different parts of your own self being. Tell me little Calvin, did you never liked to be pressured? Oh I’m sure that your life has been anything but perfect, yet everything needs to be shoved down your throat with a silver spoon isn’t it??? It’s okay though, you have seen to what lengths I would go to take home that championship belt… How I thrive upont he world to see that I am indeed the man that could make history. Holding that championship belt has awoken a side of me that I slowly have embraced with open arms Calvin.. only to have it enraged after failing to defend that championship belt. Oh yeah I have failed…, there’s no secret that your vocabulary is limited to just I came, I saw and I needed a towel to clean up the mess I left behind…”

“And what a mess it has been hasn’t it?? the mess of to be the undisputed champ of the world, to be the one that could not be beaten and yet he did… the question remains Calvin, am I talking about you or still about me… because I’m sure that a great champion like you could not even figure THAT out. But questions shouldn’t be the focus that you should be having it will be the man that stands in front of you inside this ring. No weapons, no distractions, no other people that could distract you and me. Oh no, I could even demand the referee to be released from this match and make this a fight. Because that’s what it’s going to be Calvin… a big time fight. A fight of who wants it the most, because let’s face it. Everyone can proclaim that they are the better that they are the very best. That nobody can stop you, but what does the reality tell you when you look me in the eyes. These dark eyes, the eyes of nothing that is more than the fairy tale that you wish to confuse your wildest dreams with.”

“Dreams are for the weak Calvin, dreams are for those who need to rely themselves upon hopes.l hopes that one day everything will just go and turn their way. Hopes for mistakes, hopes for the golden opportunity to stick it to the other man. No Calvin, no tricks…. No mind tricks. Just you and me and a fight until someone else cannot compete anymore. Until someone just can’t stand up anymore, until someone just begs for mercy and just slithers away from the arena in their own puddle of shame. I know that these words may sound like a strong warning, a warning to open your eyes and see the reality hitting you in the face.”

“You see the reality is pretty simple, you are going to actually do what you have been telling the worlds for months. You either kill me…, or you walk away without that championship belt. A championship belt that you have been calling your precious, your loved one. Your reason to live and get out of your stinking bed every single moment. Hoping that she has not left you for another. The lack of trust in your own reality makes me want to rip it out of your hands and just make you watch your eyes bulge out before everything turns black before your watchful eyes. I’ve warned you Calvin, I’ve asked you if you knew who I truly am. Whether you were looking at the outside, remembering all the childhood bed time stories. All the fantasies about creatures that could only live at night and slept during the day. Has it still not dawn into your mind that the world is a cesspool that doesn’t need you? That the word doesn’t need a fantasy dreaming little bitch running around proclaiming he is the best. You want to be the very best? Show it, prove it!! Because until you can, you have proved to me only one thing. That you are just as good in taking home a championship belt until I get it back. Prove it one more time, because there is the truth behind the fact that I will not stop until I get what I want. That championship belt, that prestige, that reality when I look over my shoulder that the championship belt is mine. The reality that I had to fight for it and overcame. Lightning will strike twice Calvin, lightning is the one thing that you do not have. Not until it is too late. Not until I will sit down with that championship belt tossed over my shoulder. That championship belt that I will hand over to Gothika and make the world understand that darkness once again will rule the nightmares of the living. Good night Calvin, I see you Sunday…l the night where you will realize who I truly am…”