i was too tired and too sick to log into my mitri account
If humans were meant to have wings, then they would try to clip the ones of their neighbours and laugh at them.
A look of concern is upon the face of Dmitri, for several weeks after his loss against Equinox nobody has heard or even seen him compete. As if he has vanished from the radar, where has he been? Questions that only he and his partner Gothika could answer, the question remains… does he want to??? And perhaps even more importantly, do we wish to know???
Dmitri: It’s as if riding a bicycle, once you have mastered the trade you will never forget. And yet I wonder, why does nit apply on other things? Or is it merely too simplistic to think that we all can adapt and move on?? Or perhaps I should lose the spirit of the Olympic Games, that competing is more importantly than winning. How ironic that we only care about those who stand on the highest platform and look upon that flag that simplifies their struggle for four years or even longer to succeed. And when will my Olympic moment arrive?? Before it is being ripped away from me?
Voice: Are you still consumed with that Dmitri??
Dmitri sighs, he knows that soft voice all too well, the mother of his three children and the woman he one day wishes to marry. Having her fingers touch his temple, causing him to sigh with delicate gasps. Oh how he longs for moments like these, how he desires to just give up on everything else and live an eternity with his family that he and Gothika has created. And yet there’s something that he cannot contain, the urge to get back to the top once more. A desire to prove the world wrong and himself right.
Dmitri: How can I not my dear Damia? Besides the love for you and our three angels in devil’s clothing. There is nothing more than what I wish to live for than to be on top of the food chain once more. Yet if I do not succeed, I shall perish into the darkness for good.
He sees the soft gasp coming from her mouth of shock, even though nobody else would notice as she hides it so well. But he knows her too well, but chooses to ignore it. Pretending to be in such a deep state of confusion that she could go away with it. but deep down he feels the same shockwave ripping through his every fiber of his being, something that he has not felt since his departure of his creator. Someone that he felt would have driven him to the point of insanity that would have led him to glory. Something that she failed in doing so.
Gothika: Dmitri??
And thinking further, the battle he and Gothika had to go through to just finally being together in love for each other. Culminating in him finally beating the world champion, only to lose it to the same man a few weeks afterwards. Not having the sensation of having one or more successful defences. That moment stung him, it ate him alive. It made him feel like he was weak once more, even weaker than past attempts. Because he felt that it was his heart being ripped out of his body…. Nothing more, watching it pump it’s final ounces of blood before it’s watchful eyes as it slowly turns black. A moment that he has gotten to hate, a feeling he knew all too well.
Gothika: DMITRI!!!!!
He looks up at his partner, this time it would be foolish to pretend that he has not seen the shock upon her face as it has been there for several moments. Even a blind man would have felt it, let alone someone else being able to see it. he sighs and nods
Dmitri: I’m here love
Gothika: Snap out of it!!!
He chuckles as he shakes his head, feeling his hair fall before his eyes as he closes them for a few seconds. Seconds that feels like an eternity,k something he as a vampire knows everything about.
Dmitri: And what would you want me to do after that my pretty?? Jump through a burning ring because the world wants to see something exciting?? To clap for an incredible feet that they would have forgotten the moment they feel the cold air touching their skin when they get outside?
Gothika wishes to say something, but Dmitri shakes his head no.
The world has believed that they have seen every single aspect of my character and wishes me to turn into a parody of that what they have created, to be like Vlad the Impaler. A bedtime story for their children to fear about when they go to bed late at night, fearing the wind and every single time that their curtains move…. Please, I would have rather….
Gothika: Dmitri!!!!
He could not even finish his sentence as Gothika has read his mind and has turned into anger. Sensing him being desperate that he would almost resort to the most unthinkable acts in the life of a vampire.
Gothika: You are not on the verge of self destruction Dmitri, I do not and will not have any of that. You hear me???
He nods, she isn’t half aware of how much he has thought of it for quite some time. But apparently his dark thoughts has been as if a cloud over his mind, shielding those who he loves from his desperation. A thought that he is thankful for and yet wished it would have gone away. He smiles at his lover as he kisses her on the forehead.
Dmitri: Don’t worry my love, nothing is strong enough to break the bond of love between you and me and our children. I just have to set everything straight inside the ring before history will repeat itself.. and I can’t have that.
He kisses Gothika’s cheeks before smiling at her. She feels relieved as she nods at him and kisses his lips before the shot fades.
Dmitri: So you opened up your mouth once more and talk a big game don’t you Casey? How often do I have to hear this rambling of a mindless fool that clearly has got zero reality points when it comes down to the scale of a world that is dictated by Marvel and DC Comic’s movies?? I would say that you haven’t been able to find any intelligence that is needed to be a survivor. Funny how to see that I have been questioned as one, seeing how much I have lost as of late. Wanting to win the Blast From the Past, yet I failed.. wanting to beat the champion’s contender… and I failed… wanting to beat Equinox…. And yet the story remains… I have failed.
Something that you cannot ignore of sharing with me, even though you beat a fly that was trapped on a web woven by a spider that seemed to have forgotten about it as it has moved up to Beverly Hills. A place where the sun always shines and the meat is much more tender than compared to Kathy’s Arkansas isn’t it???
But don’t worry for me using references of childhood dreams that has kept you from waking up to the reality that is out there. You talk about being a warrior?? You refer to a past tense of a tale that is no longer a relevant ideology and you know why?? Because warriors die at the battlefield eventually, just like your one successful moment that has happened over how long?? Trying to shed off the many examples of how much your clock has stood still for decades when it comes down to my superiority over you. It’s like a crossword puzzle Casey. The first time you try they ask easy questions, you find the answer and get hooked into it. you continue a string of luck before the one final question comes that will change your life. And then you eventually ust end up being nothing more than a written down word that is wrong. Wrong over the fact that you have made a mistake. A mistake that will keep you from beating me this coming show when we will meet again. Just lie the Blast from the Past. Because that’s what you are Casey, a memory of my past. A past that eventually become the future… a future of dominance…, something I can’t have you living in it Casey. So heave my words well mr. I just beat a coward?? I’m on the powl…. And I’m coming fo you…
With that the shot slowly fades as this ends the promo
