Blast from the Past opening round
The shot opens up upon an old banner from a high school prom from 1999, the name of the high school has vanished underneath a large sum of dust, only to have the written words of High School Prom 1999 removed by someone’s hand.
The shot widens up as we see some tables left standing, bowls where the punch used to be in and filthy cups surrounding it on their backs and standing normally. The ground is filthy, the carpet has been gone as well as rats are moving around as well as cockroaches.
“I’m here”
The camera widens as we see a figure resting upon a sofa, he has put a blanket upon the sofa as other sofa’s surrounding it are a mess. The figure is dressed in an expensive dark red suit, his hair is hanging down upon the sofa with his hands closed upon each other.
“Missed me??”
The figure smirks, the camera moves over towards him as we recognize the former Internet and World champion Dmitri. The man that was a part of the Unholy Alliance with his former tag team partner James Tuscini, who recently returned to the returning SCW without Tuscini. The man who signed up for the Blast from the Past tournament, being pitted alongside with Lucy Serraphina to face the team of Casey Williams and his tag partner from last year Song.
“I guess our farewell was merely temporarily, perhaps to shed off the dead weight that was holding others down. But forgive me if my opinion upon matters do not share with your romantical mumbo jumbo that you wish to uphold. But then again, who would disagree with the likes of the dead??”
He stares at the ceiling, staring at the cracks of the ceiling that has not been taken care off since that day that high school graduates shared the night of crowning a King and Queen of the prom.
“Did you wanted me to stay away from your miserable dreams? Not wanting to wake up late at night with sweat pouring from your brow and look around your bedroom walls? As if I would lower myself with those pitiful souls like yours. Oh no, I’m only here to take away the final resisting souls that thought that still matters in this world today. A new era? A new beginning? Or is it just the same old bullshit, merely that has shed it’s old skin in the hopes of surviving the evolution of mankind”
“Silly fools to ignore the fact that the evolution has already ended, it ended with me…”
He slowly rises, sits down upon the sofa as he tidies his suit, wiping some dust off his pants as he slowly rises to his feet. He stares at the room that once held high school students enjoying a party and celebrating their time studying coming to an end at this now closed high school.
“Some always had hopes to be a prom queen, dancing with her king and wanting to be the most beautiful couple of them all. Where others always expected nothing more than the best, only to end up marrying a bum and hitting the bottle. But hey, who am I to judge??”
The words are softly spoken, while his ice cold demeanor has not changed. He walks over towards the stage with a fallen down microphone holder, the microphone has vanished. Perhaps stolen by some then high school student to do God knows what with it, but that does not matter to Dmitri. He picks up the microphone holder and puts it back to a vertical base and looks down upon the base of it.
“Like many of you this holder is missing the most important thing to have a purpose, a purpose to go further in life than merely a one night stand party. Just like you people, who want to think back to this day when you see this room that reminds you of what you had hoped for, what you had dreamt off when you would finally finish every part of studying livelihood. Too bad that in the end you just end up working at a fast food restaurant with a cow on top of it. How ironic to think back that people often tell you that they see doctors and presidents gathered in a room, while most of you are nothing more than a mere paper boy at heart. Some will at last achieve something by marrying a girl of their dreams while selling shoes, while others like me?? Well let’s just say I have the entire world in the palm of my hand…. But even for you that is too difficult to understand is it not??”
“I’m sure that neither of you two were a Prom Night King and Queen isn’t it Song and Casey???”
He stops, he stares at the camera as he places the microphone holder to the left of him. Turning his head sideways to the left and glees down upon the camera with a cold look on his face.
“Never the one to have achieved the greatest of great, that what us “wrestlers” dream to uphold. Never the ones that the world would say that they were the perfect “Fit” to go far. More often retired in one, where the other merely runs off and hides behind a skirt until the Blast from the Past shows up. In some ways, I wished that some would just stayed in the past where others should thrive to see for the future and forget the old and the wasted”
“Wasn’t it in the last few weeks of your career in SCW that you wanted to put your self in danger by ridding the world of me and Tuscini? And now you were just clueless like you ever were. Assuming that I have improved after the company closed it’s doors while you remained retired? I guess you never went to check on Instagram or Facebook whether I had started a yoga program or merely went off the deep end??
“I guess you didn’t paid attention to the fact that me and Damia, better known to you as Gothika became parents of triplets. Born on January 4th, Evolution has made it’s mark once more as they are the first ever Royal Blooded vampires born from the womb of two of their own kin. An original vampire of the Romanov Bloodline and the Royal bloodline of the vampires in my partner. Teaching their ways, watch them grow faster than your normal grown kids. Watch my boys feel the need to drink, while my princess is merely a split image from her mother.”
“Whether it is Evgeny, the oldest of the three. As if you are staring into the eyes of Einstein and see the emptiness of the darkness that builds inside you. Where he will discuss the work of Socrates and other wise men while drinking your blood and watch you perish”
“Or should it be Kazimir, the other of the two boys. The boy that is the true hunter at heart, the one that has my rage building inside of him. The one that I need to restrain before he would rip your heart out of your chest and hold it before your eyes and watch the light slowly fade upon your face. I’m sure that he would be a perfect fit for any other girls romantic hopes before having them all vanish into darkness…”
“And then there’s Yelizaveta, the joy of the three. Looking at her is as if I smelled the love from my dear Damia for the very first time. The one that is a daywalker, the one that just like her mother can feed upon other things than blood. The one that is so adorable at one, before ripping the neck of her stuffed toys to shreds with her cute teeth. And yet you assume I was away wrestling, that I was away getting better?? How foolish to think I would abandon my duties as parent??”
“You are just an excuse of a attempted prom king, in the hope to have that one dance that you have been wishing for your entire life. But from experience my dear friend, Song is only a slow dance that never gets off her feet. Not the hope of success, even if it was merely for one last hopeful moment. To escape mediocrity that you have been a part off since day one…., no Casey. Realizing now how much I know now how much trust in the ability of your partner can bring you so much further than your short reigns has ever taken you. Then you will realize that next year the hope for something much better is the only hope for you to even get any step closer to that prom dance crown.”
“Too bad that hope is nothing more than a lie Casey”
He shakes his head, staring at the camera before brushing away his hair. Whispering the name Song over and over again, first soft and with every passing reluctant whisper it grows louder and louder.
“How are you Song?? I guess you came back for more?? Were you hoping to find anyone that was suitable to tag with?? We weren’t such a successful team now were we?? Oh no…., you were just the opposite. The mere whisper in the wind that has been forgotten as soon as it was mentioned in the first place. How reluctant you were to even look at me after we had to beat the team of my angel of love and her foolish partner that we destroyed. Remember how we fed Song? Didn’t that just gave you a mere second thought of perhaps staying away where you belong?? Oh I’m sorry if I’m not the respectful human being this time around when it comes around coming face to face with an ex….. even if it was merely as tag team partner and only for a fight or two??? But then again, what do you know of the vampires of old hmmm??”
“I have heard the wonderful opening prologue from Casey, of how great you were and what you have to do and what you have to succeed. Believing that you two will be working just great together, just he never came to the part of explaining why. But that’s just the problem with out of shape returning fools. They tend to lose thoughts, forget things when the light shines bright and when it matters the most…. They often choke.”
“Sounds familiar???”
“How things has change hasn’t it in merely like a year or so?? And the interesting part of it all is that nothing truly has changed. You just never took the moment to stay around long enough to understand what I truly am, WHO I really am… just like the Elders, male or female. Forgotten names, forgotten ways of life like it never should have been. And then and only then we can celebrate the legacy that you leave behind, celebrating in the hope of the momentous occasion that not only your legacy is left behind but the mere thought of you wasting our time altogether.”
“How’s LAW going Song?? Are you going to do a inter promotional speech for two feds, in the hope that the shared interest of zero percent could join forces and make it one??Well let me be a gentleman for once, let me say I hope you will find that one extra motivation to show up. Because let us not forget who I and Lucy truly are…. Moscow’s finest, Moscow’s own. The cold war of centuries of our kin flowing through our blood. Even the Romanov’s weren’t as violent as me… And Lucy?? Oh the momentous occasion of us binding together like the wrath of lust is out of boundaries that either your or Casey’s imagination could phantom. I know, difficult words in sentences that would trouble your mind…., but let me tell you that everything that I speak off is absolutely reality my dear”
“Just like the fact that your chances are slim and none, but guess what. I just heard that Slim just left town and stabbed none in the back for HOPE. Something you are desperately trying to choke the life out of it’s body with a choke hold. But after this week’s Mai Event is over, you can hop back into the sunset and drive your cheap rental car back to whatever shady federation you came from. It’s time to face facts Song… you and Casey just don’t got it anymore…. Well in the case of Casey the excuse is that he never had it in the first place”
He sighs, he kneels down and wipes his fingers through some dust on the ground before looking at the camera while remain in the kneeled position.
“I just thought I would let you relive your pitiful High School experiences with the future of your careers. The future that is hidden under a massive blanket of dust, having critters roam around your empty minds in the hopes of rekindling some long lost memory that sparks your anticipation. Only to realize that even though we pay homage to the superstars of the past…. We only look forward to the future. Something that me and Lucy Serraphina are a part off. Something that we will take with us and put every one in a strangle hold of enjoyment”
“Take home the idea, the notion that when I talk about saying the fact that I know me and Lucy will be a great team with great chemistry without a reason. That Lucy will massacre me, that Lucy will roll her eyes and say that I’m just like Casey. Oh no, I know we have a common bond. A desire that after this tournament is over, that we want to stare face to face with the SCW World and Bombshell World champion and clash for their gold.”
“That we are both from the same kin makes it even more special, especially the native Russian tongue of old… Before you know it it’s all over again and you realize that you have failed once more. So until then my dear Casey and Song… I wish you one thing….”
“?
(Farewell)”
With that Dmitri turns around and walks off as the shot slowly fades.
