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Just Outside Moscow





Ive never doubted myself before until the last week.. I told myself that it was all a trick of the mind, an illusion that had popped up that I could brush to the side… But it wasn't, …I lied to myself and ignored the thoughts… I did doubt myself, as I had the time to think I realized that it was the truth and I had to face it for what it was.. I thought about retiring after my loss to Feight, told myself that I was to old – that I couldn't compete with younger wrestlers. I looked back over my career and the things that I have accomplished and I realized there was more ahead of me, that what I have done isnt nearly what I could achieve as what I can in the next few years. But I was unsure, I wasn't confident in myself. Ive been told by a certain few people over the last few years that I should look at stepping away from the this business and finding something a little less punishing on my body.. But I cant see myself doing anything else besides tearing people apart in the ring, …but I didn't do that at Merry Mayhem. I failed to get the job done and bring the Global Title home to Zero Tolerance. A night that we should have shined as the Lynch Mob deflated and Zero Tolerance rose to the top – but I couldn't cap it off. I couldn't take what was suppose to be mine. And the doubts rose. ..I know my body is getting older, I'm not as quick as I once use to be and don't have the endurance that I possessed in my younger days… But I couldn't step away from the thing that I loved, I couldn't leave the one consistent thing that's been in my life for over fifteen years…

I stepped back and I thought of the match with Feight, not the match at Merry Mayhem but out first match.. I hadn’t gotten that old between the two months that we faced off, ..and I had beaten him that first time – so I knew that I could have done better, knew that I could have beaten him… Leaving his business isnt an option, I’ll die in the ring, cremate me and keep my ash at ringside cause this mother fucker aint going anywhere. I have things to do and business that needs to be taken care of in Oh-Seven. So they set me up with this man, this Songaa fool who has yet to show his face around the GWA.. I know, I know – he was in the house show but I wasn't around to witness that worthless event with only one decent wrestler, and I'm sure Fang got paid well for putting asses in those seats for that sorry show. Well heres your big chance Songaa, you can come in here and take out a member of Zero Tolerance but I'm beginning to wonder if you even care about this match… Your doing one of two things Songaa; one is that your sitting on your lazy watching this on TV and don't even realize that you have a match this week… Two is that maybe your working out so intensely trying to build yourself up for this match… Well Songaa, either way its gonna be a lose-lose situation for yourself; you can sit around and not prepare then come into the ring and get your ass kicked…or, youre wearing yourself out during the week that you wont have anything left when you square off against me… But really, I could give a shit less what your doing Songaa, ..you mean nothing to me or the rest of Zero Tolerance… your just a pitiful wrestler whos stepping in front of something that's about to destroy you


Outskirts of Moscow - December 22, 2006

He wanted to leave, to go back home to the States. So far things hadn’t been going as planned.. There were dark circles around his eyes as he had both hands on the steering wheel, the windshield wipers whipped side to side blowing off the snow as it fell.. His eyes were bloodshot and focused on the road, he hated driving in snow and refused to go any faster than twenty miles per hour... Cars passed him and shook their fists as they shot by, but he seemed not to notice. The roads were barren, visibility was low and there wasn’t a town for miles, he only had the map that Vadim had printed out which now had a burn spot in the middle from where his cigar ash had fallen with a small bit of the cherry. He didn’t want to stop again, he drove all night refusing to stay in another hotel after what had happened from the night of the Twentieth, he was headed to Magadan but had to stop in Yakutsk and get directions from that point on, ..somehow he had lost the last printed page that started at Yakutsk and ended in Magadan - but that was the least of his concern at the time.

They tried to kill him, which he had expected, but to no avail as he was the one driving in the snow while they were, ..well...Business was taken care of at the smelly hotel. Alexi had finally been able to warm himself up that night he first arrived in Moscow, the heater in the room was a piece of shit just like the rest of the building - and damn, this room stunk as bad as the lobby did. He showered, but kept the door to the main room open and an eye peered out incase they came... But nobody did so he laid around the room for a while that evening, listening to the wind beat the tree limbs on the window that had been open when he got to the room... He had changed the channels on the TV but found nothing interesting to watch, Russian shows were stupid and and the humor was weak.. They would laugh at stupid jokes, like the one the host of one show said "Why does a dog wag its tail!?" The crowd screamed out their answers and host kept on shaking his head "no" with a smile on his face... He got the crowd to calm down and told them the answer to his joke, "because its happy!!!! hahahaha." A disgusted look came over Alexi's face and he shook his head, the crowd found this hilarious and some of them had tears in their eyes...

It was as bad as a Mexican’s joke, he thought. He rolled his eyes and turned off the TV, plopping back on the bed which was very uncomfortable - there was a huge dip in the middle and sagged in different places.. This mattress had to be a hundred years old, if not older than the man in the lobby. He laid there for a several hours counting the cracks in the ceiling, and wondering what the following trip to Magadan was going to be like.. He had it mapped out, and from Moscow to Yakutsk there wasn’t a whole much to see, or do for that matter. He looked over at the clock and the green display read: 2:38. That was the last thing he remembered before he fell asleep. He wasn’t exactly sure how long he had been out and didn’t want to turn over and see, ..they were in the room. They were sitting in the chair across from the clock, he didn’t have to see them - the Father told him this, part of the beast inside of him had warned there was trouble in the room.. He laid there not moving with his eyes wide open and the glow of the moon staring him right in the face.. His eyes turned solid black and the hideous face of everything that’s Evil arose in his face... He heard the person in the chair get up, he knew because he had sat in the chair earlier and the springs inside the chair creaked a little...

The person who was sitting there knew this to, Alexi could tell they stopped with one ass cheek still on the chair, careful not to wake him. The chair squeaked again and then the room went silent... Alexi's heartbeat picked up and he gritted his teeth together, ..he could sense the person getting closer but he could also tell that person knew something as well... Maybe it was the heat, the room had seemed to have gotten ten degrees hotter since they rose from the chair.. The ice on the outer pane of the window began to melt as a smile crossed Jaymz' face.. The person threw back the bed sheets and Alexi turned his head, he saw the persons arm high in the air - saw the gleam of the knife in the air and stuck out his hand as it plunged down.. He stuck out his hand and caught the blade, instantly black liquid rolled from his fist and down his arm, dripping off onto the bed. He heard the man let out some kind of terrified grunt as the bigger man on the bed overpowered him.. Alexi grabbed the mans wrist with his other hand and twisted it sideways with a jerk and there came a popping sound.. The man yelled in pain and took a few steps back, tripping over the leg of the small table sending the clock and phone to the ground with a clatter.

Jaymz rose from the bed like a body from the grave and stood in the center of the dark room.. His black eyes seemed to shine as his chest rose up and down.. The man began to sweat as the heat in the room picked up, he backed to the door on his knees as the window shattered the curtains caught on fire. The bed sheets were soon to follow and the man caught a glimpse of the Evil that was on Alexi's face as he went to the door.. Jaymz pulled him back and tossed him across the room, he spoke in a language that he man didn’t understand, ..not Russian, not English.. But a language that terrified the man, so scared that he felt warmth between his legs... Ashamed, he stood up and noticed the soles of his shoes melting on the floor - his clothes began to smoke but noticed the big man's jeans didn’t and his feet seemed fine on the oven-hot floor. He turned for the door but found the doorknob locked, he hadn’t left it that way - and it had burned his hand which caused him to gasp again... He turned around and looked back into the dark room, his scream was cut off as the big man put the cut up hand around his mouth and tossed him across the room against the far wall where the window was broken and the curtains were burning...

The man never knew what was coming, he didn’t see the two small pictures on the walls shift.. He didn’t see the glass shatter at the frames contort into evil shaped eyes... He was too hot and too scared to realize that the wall paper covering the wall behind him was peeling away... All he could see was the mans face, that disgusting horrid face of the Anti-Christ. ...He heard it though, after all the wallpaper had had peeled away - he heard the splintering off the wood... The man turned to face the wall, he saw the wall crack from one side to the other - each individual piece of wood running from the floor to the ceiling, saw the picture frames that now appeared to be eyes... His legs shook and he was paralyzed in fear as the crack in the wall began to open in the shape of a mouth, ..each piece of wood breaking away forming jagged sharp teeth... It opened wider and the hole inside took on the same color of black of Jaymz' eyes... An odd look came over his face then as Jaymz walked up from behind and pushed him towards the mouth in the wall... He didn’t fall into the hole, but seemed as if he was sucked in... He didn’t scream, never made a sound as he fell into that hole and disappeared. Jaymz turned away, closed his eyes and shielded his head as the gaping hole slammed closed and thousands of pieces of wood flew at him in a thunderous roar..

He turned and looked back, the room was on fire and it looked like a bomb had gone off in the wall.. The cold air shot into the room from the huge hole where the mouth once was and he quickly reached for his jacket, put it on without a shirt and slipped his shoes on with no socks. Alexi grabbed his bags and ran down the hall, the splintering of wood came from behind him and fire roared out into the hall from the different rooms. He went down the stairwell and into the lobby that was consumed with flames, ..but they seemed to move out of his way, far enough to the side to even keep his hair from burning.. He kicked open the main doors and sent them flying into the street.. The snow blew hard and those black eyes remained on his face, but the snow never made it to Jaymz - it would get within several inches and melt as he made his way to the Jeep. He unlocked the door and thew his bags in behind the driver seat.. He got in and slammed the door closed, the jeep was hesitant to start but fired up.. He slammed the vehicle in reverse hitting the car behind him but didn’t seem to notice as he then put the Jeep in drive and slid out of the hotel parking lot... Alexi looked back as he went down the street, the hotel was consumed in flames - and with the building being as old as it was and with the high winds, it sure wasn’t gonna take long for it to burn to the ground.

His hand was in pain and he pulled it away from the wheel and looked at it, the black-tar-like substance ran down his arm but took on a shade of red and more liquefied as the black faded from his eyes and they returned to his normal brown color.. The pain became more intense then causing him to grit his teeth.. He drove with his knee and reached behind him with his other hand and pulled out a t-shirt; it was black and one of his favorites but he didn’t care... He tore it in two and tossed half into the passenger seat while wrapping the other around his injured hand and tieing it tight. He slowed his pace down and flipped through the radio stations not finding one that intrigued him, and with a grunt he turned the damn thing off and drove in silence. He handt planned to stop again until he got to Yakutsk, or until he ran out of gas - which ever came first. ..But sometime during the early morning hours he had pulled over for gas as the sun was coming up over the horizon.. He filled up the tank and the can attached to the back of the jeep and drove off as the sun started the day.