[Dmitri]

 I’m Sorry

November 1st 2017
Melbourne Australia

The shot opens at the presidential suite, occupied by SCW superstars Gothika and Dmitri. Having a few days extra rest before going back to the US to continue the final two months of the year. Dmitri is sitting down in a lounge chair, overlooking the city while drowned in thoughts. The thoughts of not succeeding to beat Calvin Harris. The assault that he endured afterwards, the fact that he did promise everyone that he would become champ and failed. Even thinking about what he has come to find out about his brother. Thoughts that drift through the darkness of his mind as…

“I love you Dmitri…”

The words that always had an effect on him, even if he had fallen into the deepest of deep sleeps. The soft voice of the woman that he loves has caught his ears, slowly being awoken from the almost seemingly coma. His eyes stare at hers, he sees the concern on her face as he can’t resist but smile towards the woman he loves. Knowing that this would only cause her to stop worry for only a few moments.

“I got a surprise for you”

Her eyes change, he sees a glow emerge on her face as she has got something on her mind. He knows her all too well, even though he just wants to sit there and forget the fact that time has even passed since the last Supercard. Yet his love for her makes him want to find out what the surprise is as he gets out of his lounge chair. He feels his muscles ache, he feels his body still bruised from the attack that he had endured after the match. He grinds his teeth, cursing the name of Calvin Harris several times inside his brain. Only to sigh as he knows he cannot challenge him for that title for any time soon, realizing it’s déjà vu all over again.

“You do need a shower tho”

He feels her hand slap across his ass, grinning slightly as he always enjoyed her touch in whatever way. He nods his head, walking to the shower as he has taken off his clothes and steps under the shower and feels the warm water splash against him. Feeling as if it was centuries ago that he had showered for the last time as he sighs happily, even if it was just a day ago. He presses his back against the shower door, closing his eyes as he savors every single splatter of water that came in contact with his body.

“God, this feels good”

He lets his hands slowly move towards his face, feeling the hairs of his beard touch the insides of his hands. Slowly moving the hair on top of his head backwards as his face comes in view, where we see some of the bruises on his forehead that hasn’t faded away as they usually do in mere moments. For some reason this time the aftereffects of the match has remained on his body as it slowly heals as if he is a mere human. He softly pats the back of his head against the shower door, thinking back to everything that has happened before dropping his head. Almost as if he is in shame for that what has happened.

“Two years in a row, I have failed you…”

There’s a sadness emerging on his face, he pushes his hands towards his face as he slowly drops to his knees and starts to softly weep. He is repeating the words in a soft whisper over and over again, a soft whisper that would never been heard by any normal ears.

“Dmitri???”

But of course not to the powerful ears of Gothika, who besides his whispers knew tht he was crying due to the connection that they share. Slowly opening the shower door as she sees him curled up in a sad state of emotional stress. She bends down and holds him in her arms as she kisses him on his shoulders while whispering encouraging words into his ears.

“It’s ok my love, we will get through this together”

His mind is racing, his brain is pounding like crazy as he reacts by opening his mouth as if he wants to scream out loud. But no sound could be heard, his fangs are extracting to the fullest as he is in dying need for blood.

“Soon we will feast upon blood my love, but not now”

He closes his eyes tightly, frustrated as he feels himself to be a failure. Not wanting to look into the face of his lover as he feels that he let her down. Wanting to bring home the gold for her more than even doing it for himself. Wondering if he had put himself through too much pressure to finally succeed, only to lose the belt in a mere few weeks. Remembering the words of James Tuscini. Who blamed him that he could not hold on to a belt longer than a week if he would fail again. Echoing through his brain as he can’t take it anymore.

“You have not failed me Dmitri, nor will you ever”

The words echo through his brain, causing his body to tense up. Knowing that she would always love him, knowing that she would never leave him. And yet, he feels sadness flow through his bodyk, not knowing whether it is his own or hers. He finally lets go as the pain is too much, his body still not recovering as he is wondering why.

“Damia??”

He feels her arms tightening around him, knowing that he does not have to say anything as she can read his mind and kisses him on the face. The soft touch of her lips causes him to gasp as he falls to numbness before drifting his thoughts away.

“I guess you always were the sentimental type Dmitri”

Dmitri reopens his eyes, no longer in the shower where he remembered him to be at a few moments ago. He is now clothed in a long white blouse, light brown pants and brown shoes at his feet. He looks around as he is sitting in an old chair that he remembers from his life as a human being many centuries ago.

“You remember this place Dmitri??”

He does, but for some reason he is unable to utter a word. Realizing that this is a mere memory inside his brain that his brother is using to contact him. Using his strength to silence him, making him unable to do anything else but listen.

“Oh you have noticed??

Obviously Dmitri has, he looks around while remaining into the seat. A room, old and yet familiar. The room that he called his own during his youth, the room that looked out across the church cemetery. The one place he often ran off to when he wanted to escape everyone, especially the abusive father that he hated when he was drunk. Thinking back to those memories makes him grind his teeth while he slowly gets out of the chair that he is in.

“He did love you Dmitri…”

He closes his eyes, he does not want to listen to the words coming out of the mouth of his brother. Angry for what his father did to him, yet for some reason he feels a certainty that Yevgeni could be right. Clutching his fists as he walks to the window, staring at the old familiar cemetery

“You can attempt to deny it Dmitri, but you know this to be true….”

“…………..”

The anger is building inside of him, wanting to scream as he opens up his mouth. Yet nothing but somehow his scream is muffled into a soft sigh like whisper. Trying to create as much as strength from his body as possible, but realizes after a few moments that it is futile. As if he is in space, where nobody could hear you scream.

“You always enjoyed to romanticize everything don’t you Dmitri?? As everything was someone else’s mistake, as if the fact that I am rotting away because it’s my fault that I’m here???!!!”

The words cause a quick reaction from Dmitri, as if the words were finally making sense. As if the hints that were given weren’t as easy to understand until..

“Until now??”

Dmitri lowers his head, he knows now that his brother has revealed to him that he was too busy trying to think about his own needs. Wondering whether the decision that he had made the last few months were the right one to be made. He grips the edge of the window, digging his nails into the woodwork as he grids his teeth. Tracing every headstone of every grave as he is trying to find the burial place of his brother.

“Should I feel overjoyed that you finally got it after how many centuries???”

He senses the anger in his brother’s voice, but somehow he cannot miss out the fact that he senses a relief from him. A relief that after all these centuries being tortured that there may be an end to be near.

“You do know I love you little brother??”

Words that sound like music to his ears, to finally hear the words that he has been longing for oh so long. Staring patiently to the graves until he sees a headstone that bears no name.

”That has got to be him”

Suddenly a flash emerges as Dmitri is back to the hotel where he was before drifting into a dream fast with his brother. He senses that it is night, he must have been gone for the rest of the day. He feels the head of Gothika resting on his chest as he feels her heartbeat. The warmth of her skin that causes him to sigh of relief. Knowing that she must have been worried about him every single time that he goes into these dream fast moments, wishing it would all stop just for her.

“I love you Damia”

He doses off into sleep as the shot slowly fades.

A new chance

Dmitri is sitting in his lounge chair, hair is falling before his eyes as he is bare chested. Wearing his usual dark red tights and black shoes underneath. His breathing is heavy as he is clearly frustrated. Softly lifting his hand towards his mouth as he wipes off the sweat from his lips.

”I know what you are thinking, where are your promises? Where is your championship belt? Where is the man that would dethrone the world champion from his gold and reclaim the title that he had in his possession for a few weeks. I know that your words are already brewing as hot fire upon your own two lips waiting for the responses coming from my mouth that you could criticize as excuses. Sadly for you all, I don’t care…. Because I know for a fact that I will be there one day… once again fighting for something that I feel is rightfully mine. Just not right now”

“Does it bother me? Does it bother me that others wish to put their misfortune upon the lives of others. Wanting to gloat for the bad moments of others as they do not have anything to live for. Is that something that people should pity me for? I guess that you don’t know any God Forsaken thing about me. But that’s okay, I am not here to do anything to please any of you”

“And then you got people like Griffin Hawkins, the man on the other side of the tale. The man that beat James Tuscini, taken away the Internet championship belt. Congrats son, congrats of achieving that one thing that you have always said that you would. Bringing home a championship belt on your own…. Does that make you feel better than me??? I guess the results does make that a valid point isn’t it??”

He growls in anger over the words that he spoke off about his opponent beating the Internet champion where Dmitri failed beating the world champion.

“People may don’t take these words seriously, people don’t take me seriously as I am not the one that they wanted me to be. People already whispering behind my back, telling that I should just walk away and hide in the darkness where I belong. Are you that way Griffin? are you also the one that hides in the shadows whispering threats about others what they should be doing in their lives? Oh of course not, you are a champion. You are a champion that always tells the truth and is respected. A champion that has no limitations… God, I’m getting sick and tired to be into this whole situation over and over again. IT FRUSTRATES ME GOD DAMNIT!!!”

He puts his hands to his face while he continues screaming out loud all of his frustrations. Digging his fingers into his flesh as his breathing constantly is getting heavier and heavier.

“And even if people are saying that they don’t have any high expectations about others, they still want to see you succeed or fail. Because their lives are miserable, their lives are just like a rock hitting their windows as it cracks open into a thousand different pieces. As if it is shatters your hopes and dreams into million pieces, making your life a mere worthless piece of crap. I can sense that you are wondering whether I have already broken down into frustrations and anger. It doesn’t matter anymore, it doesn’t matter anymore as I don’t care. I no longer care about the hopes and dreams and wishes of pieces of shit that have no life. The only ones that care are the ones that never leave my side, always having my back no matter what happens.”

“I see you with that championship belt and it makes me relive those memories of where I have failed. I guess the whole entire federation just want to sit down and gets satisfied over the fact that I am here busting my ass off every single night and fail???”

He grinds his teeth and wants to scream out his frustrations but refuses to give into it all.

“But I will please your satisfaction when I crush the limbs from the body of our champion, not caring anymore whether I will win or lose. I don’t care anymore, soon I will open my eyes and see the truth and the goal that needs to be set. Until then, your ass will be mine Griffin…. your ass is mine”