“I know what you must be thinking…., One round in the Blast From The Past and costing my team the match and then vanish from the earth…. Only to issue an open challenge last week… So what right do I have to challenge anyone???
Of course, I am a former champion… I am a man that took many hall of famer to the limit… I am known to be a vampire and destructive.. and yet…., who am I”
Dmitri sighs as he is on his back in his hotel bedroom. Even though being a vampire he is still forced to stay in his hotel until his match against Bill Barnhart at Climax Control. His nature is being a hunter, not being lazy as he is forced to be right now. He misses his wife, who is back home with their children. Not wanting to be competing at this moment, even though she is missing her lovely fans. But her family come first…
“God, I hate it when Damia is right…. She told me that this situation could be wore for me too, but noooooooo. I had to be arrogant and tell her that I could still go and hunt for fresh blood. And look at me now”
He rolls his eyes as if he has to listen to his wife telling that she had told him so. He turns his head towards the clock on the night stand and groans, it’s only 7 am and he has been awake for five hours. Not that a vampire needs much sleep, but he has always enjoyed the calmness of the darkness after closing his eyes. It has always soothed him as he had learned to ignore suffering and pain throughout his early years of being a vampire.
“Isn’t there anyone out there that I could feast upon??...”
He places his hands upon his face, groaning in the palms in an attempt to stifle the volume of his thirst. A scream that when he at the state of bloodlust would sound like an air raid alarm. And he knows that he will be much more dangerous than a mere attack. Knowing that he would never make the mistake of missing out on any detail.
(in the palms of his hands)”Fuck!!!!”
His breathing becomes louder, slowly he rolls out of the bed and slowly walks towards the refrigerator , the refrigerator that he had raided when he entered the hotel room for the very first time. Only to remove the alcoholic beverages and replace them with the blood sacks that he had promised his wife to take with him. He knows that those are decent in taste and almost as healthy as drinking it from a victim. But he has gotten tired from drinking out of these sacks for the past week, he preferred feeling the resistance, the pulsing veins of his victims and see their struggle in their eyes. Those moments are always so special for him.
“Why did I promise everyone that I would restrict myself to this alternative?? Oh yeah, I remember. It’s a family orientated company and we cannot have all these young watchful eyes get a traumatic experiences. Causing the parents paying so much money on psychologists that I would obviously not want that burden to be placed upon me… as I have such a sensitive soul….”
He smirks, he grabs the blood pack and places the drink end to his lips and sucks the blood out of the sack until finishing it in mere moments. He wipes off his mouth with he back of his hand after gasping from satisfaction.
“Ahhh…., X marks the spot… and what a spot indeed”
He turns his head, as if he hears something while its still quiet…, until
“Knock”
Someone knocks on the door, Dmitri smile as he already recognized the scent of the person on the other side of the door.
“Ahh…, yes… the scheduled interview….
Come in Willow…, the door is open…”
The door slowly opens as a rather tired Pussy Willow enters Dmitri’s hotel room. She clearly is still half asleep as Dmitri pours in a glass of water and hands it towards her.
“Oh…, thanks Dmitri…”
She takes a sip from the glass of water and turns her attention back towards him.
“Don’t you have anything stronger than just water??”
Dmitri smiles as he takes the glass of water out of her hand and holds it close to his face, as if he is smelling the cheap perfume that stuck to the glass before placing it on the table next to him. His eyes stare at her face before noticing her messed up hair, this causes him to cock his head sideways.
“You know that I am a man that has an eye for details Willow, why are you so unprofessional and visit me looking like you just visited a..”
“DMITRI!!!”
Her response is one of anger and still being tired, her eyes are bloodshed
“You were the one that wanted me to do this interview upon this unholy hour??”
He turns his head, clearly not impressed by her response and pours some water into the glass for himself before placing it towards his lips. He stares at the window to the outside as he makes Willow wait.
“Ever experienced such a world wide situation that influences everyone??”
Willow raises her eyebrow, not expecting this from him.
“Dmitri??? Errr.., shouldn’t we discuss your ma…”
Dmitri ignores her question as he continues to ask her questions.
“I remember the black plague.., granted it was just Europe that experienced that. But then again, back then those simplistic fool thought that the entire world existed of Europe. What a mistake wouldn’t you agree??”
Willows mouth opens to respond, but Dmitri has already beaten her to it once more.
“Simpletons that didn’t grasp the notion that this life killing disease came from animals that they were accustomed to run around their feat everywhere…. Polluting themselves until their death separated them from the then modern world. I guess if you had shares in bars of soap…, you would have become a millionaire in an instant… But then again.., none of them were too simplistic to begin with. Just like…. Nah… it’s too soon to talk about him right now”
“Wh…..”
He waves his hand towards her direction as he takes another sip from the glass of water.
“I know you want to know whether any vampires had ever died from the plague…, but seriously Willow. Maybe next time, just dunk your head under a cold shower. It will help you to get some electric vibrations stimulating your brain. What ultimately will cause you to be able to think of quite interesting questions, perhaps to the level of you wanting to ask me if I have ever seen a leprechaun”
Her eyes grow wider, clearly not liking the verbal insult that he had uttered towards her without saying anything considered to be trash talking. But clearly unable to interfere his constant talking.
“Now of course humans with a grow disorder are entitled to be mentioned every now and then… just like William has the right to make out of date remarks upon the past”
“William???”
It takes a few moments before Willow realizes that Dmitri meant his opponent for Climax Control Bill Barnhart.
“Dmitri.., I would like…”
“I had hoped to have been granted the opportunity to face someone new of this company. At least someone that I have not faced before ever…, but when William accepted that respectful request to test my abilities with anyone out there… it was a realization”
“A realization???”
Her face has a look of being clueless, unable grasp any notion.
“William that has the capacity of a one celled creature capable of managing to one thought and one thought alone. Grasping that thought into the capacity of growth after birth and exceed it with the notion that anything else exceeds that though…. Err…. Willow??”
Willow’s head snaps out of a seemingly strong endless gaze that had transfixed upon her face.
“Wha….”
“I knew it.., you are just like anyone else. Those who are simplistic and quickly fooled with a mere question. Something that I call a deer like gaze of stupidity.”
“Huh??”
“You know Willow, that look that deer have before being struck by a…”
“HEY!!!”
“Car….”
Dmitri’s gaze remain calm, seemingly incapable to understand why her reaction is so hectic… although he obviously knew.
“I fear that this will take a bit longer than merely a few moments”
He sighs as the shot fade.
How to beat a Bulldog.
The shot returns where we see Dmitri seated at the dinner table at his hotel room while eating lunch.
“The eggs are dilicous”
He takes another bite from the egg sandwich that he was eating before grabbing a glass of orange juice and takes a sip from it to wash away the last remainder of the egg sandwich. He then grabs a napkin and uses it to wipe his mouth clean.
“Ahh that hit the spot…., something I clearly cannot say about you William”
He takes a final sip of the glass of orange juice before placing it back upon the table and cleans his mouth once more.
“Seriously, you are still fixated upon that match inside that 747??? Granted, it’s one of the more entertaining matches we have ever had my dear old friend. And of course I use the term old as a respectful tense of the meaning of this word. Not the age assessment that causes you to fling at it at any given moment, as if you were struck by lightning every time that you make a mistake. I mean seriously William, it’s not like we are playing a children’s game called Doctor Bibber…”
He smirks after referring to the old game that kids used to play in the 80’s of the last century. The game that would attempts to imitate a genuine surgery game, only adding a children’s twist of concentration contra the frustration of failing the purpose of the game. Trying to remove items of the “patient” without coming in contact with the edge of the opening as that would cause an alarm to vibrate and the red nose to burn brightly.
“I am sure that you have been well equipped and have had enough experience of being placed upon a surgery table in your career William. But this is far from being a game of what can I remember and what I care you remember game… A game that I would like to refer to as Memory…. The game to find two of a kind and travel yourself into a path of adding one and one to make two. Right William???”
“Or is it merely the fact that you hold grudges beyond what your memory would allow you to remember??? I’m surprised that you need your wife Bea to add important information that your selected brain has already wiped out of your memory….. But then again…, I know that you like to call yourself cheese head isn’t it??? Where there is more holes inside your cheese head brain… where there is more oxygen than capacity to grasp a thought… but then again…,that’s merely a rumor that small wrestling sites produce to get some cheap pop isn’t it??”
“But this is beyond some age jokes that I would not lower myself upon William. Oh no, the fact that you accepted my open challenge was nothing more than frustration. Frustration upon the fact that your impressive career over many different federations apparently still has got some minor bugs that needs to be squashed doesn’t it?? Sadly for you there’s nothing out here that would remove the seemingly endless nightmares that has haunted you for how long now??”
He shakes his head before grabbing another sandwich and some cheese before filling his glass with some more orange juice.
“I’m glad that you have found some time to add some modern folklore William, folklore of the sadly too soon passed away Tom Petty. Referring how you would not back down…. Sadly backing down is the wisest thing that you could ever do against a thirsty nosferatu. Translated into the vampire that will stand in front of you on the other side of the six sided ring. A man that has endured many violent nights past, present and future that did not consist of your blabbering mouth filled with excuses….But isn’t that what humans always tend to use?? Excuses??”
“I am a former world champion in this organization, but I shall not utter these words as an excuse of being relevant. No William, I seek upon the reality that fills my nostrils with more than just a scent of your fear mixed up with human manure … Forgive me if I am not going to use the weak like stench word of filth of a bull… and the rest you can fill in upon the dots….”
He smiles
“What you should have tried all those years ago to understand the true meaning of the song of the same songwriter Tom Petty…. I’m learning to fly…., but I ain’t got wings"
He smiles as he takes a bite from the cheese sandwich before placing it back upon the plate and follows it up with another sip of orange juice
“Don’t assume the capability of doing something that you were not created or Bill, to do something that you have never done before in your existence. Because if you continue to poke the bear….,it will ultimately cause me to strike and kill….And would you want that to be another burden upon your weak mind when you think about your wife??? Because I do not care William, it’s just another example of why I am your superior…, in physical and mental essence of our lives. You can count to three all you want…, but nothing will alter the fate that is upon you…. ending on your back and hearing your own three count…. because by accepting my open challenge…. You tried to once again learn to fly….but you forgot that you got no wings….. destined to fail just like that match inside that 747… don’t blame me Bill….don’t blame me. “
He smiles as the shot slowly fades
