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Alexei Medved · (05-18-2020)

It was hard to tell if it was snowing or if the brisk wind was just causing the snow on the ground to squall as if it were a blizzard. But nonetheless the weather on this evening was definitely not hospitable. Everything about tonight was very average though, despite the unforgiving snow, especially in this part of the world. Siberia's winter lasted nine months out of the year and minus forty degrees Celsius was the average yearly temperature. Tonight the temperature dipped close to minus fifty. It is almost zero visibility, only some lights can be seen in the distance. Between the strong wind gusts the outline of a small shed like cabin can barely be made out. The brisk wind is almost relentless, but there are quick breaks that make the cabin more visible. A light from the window becomes clear through the snow and complete frigid conditions.

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All attention is centered towards the light, the light that blazes from the window. Nothing else at this point seems to matter. All focus, all relevance, is on the cabin and especially it's one bright window.

Suddenly the comforting sound of crackling wood over a warm fire can be heard. Not the most pleasant smell but definitely a cozy one. The aroma of the scorching hot wood, burning down to it's very core was becoming more and more active. The scene has shifted from outside to inside, from arctic temperatures to room temperature.

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A large fire burns, lighting up the inside of the cabin. The one room dwelling filled to capacity. An enormous round maple table, centered in the middle of the room. Only two men are seated at the table, the rest of the men stand surrounding the table. Seated or standing all the men in the room seem to share the same fashion sense. They all wear fitted suits no matter age or body shape. Colors range from mustard to blue to dark green and finally the more popular black, some with pinstripes and some without.

The two men seated seem to differ in age and weight. The younger and thinner man is Manager of XWF Wrestler, RussianRose. The Medved brother sits there with a tranquil demeanor, his tattooed hands folded together and resting on the large wooden table.

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His eyes quickly dart across the rustic cabin, most faces are familiar, the faces of business allies and associates

Across from him a much older man keeps his eyes locked on Alexei. The wrinkled skin on his cheeks droops down past his jawline. Blue eyes full of wisdom and knowledge staring a hole right through the XWF manager.

"Good... Verrry Verrry good."

The older gentleman continues on noticing that he has the rooms undivided attention.

"Im going to get to point. How is yourrr brrrother Evgeni? He look good on Savage but that was against bum. Easy bet, I win five thousand Eurrrrohh."

The whole room raises there glasses and nod there heads in agreement. Alexei waits for the sudden commotion to die down before beginning to speak.

"Anarrrchy opponent is not joke like LowMo. Anarrrchy opponent is undead, Zane Norrison. One must always fearrr the unknown. That is why brrrother Evgeni does not make trrrip to motherrr-land. He stay in Amerrrica to trrrain... He has to prrr-pare. RussianRose does not fearrr anyone-anything because he is prrr-pared forrr everrr-thing."

Alexei pulls out a a pack of cigarettes, takes one out and offers one out to his older seated counterpart. The gentleman shakes his head. Alexei puts back the pack of cigarettes and replaces it with a pack of matches and rips out a single stick, striking it against the bottom of his dress shoe and lighting up the smoke in his mouth. He takes a long deep drag and exhales the smoke from his flaring nostrils.

"RussianRose wants to make statement against undead, Zane. He develop strrrategy to dismantle the zombie. He will beat him, he will be vict-o-rrrious."

The silence in the room erupts with debate in what seems to be the Russian language. The older man man throws his hands up in the air, protesting the outbursts. The room begins to calm as they turn their attention towards the wise words of the older man.

" I am confeeedent in Alexei's worrrds and Evgeni's abilities. My bet is on Beast frrrom East, Vegas probably have him underrr-dog again. Ourrr comrade is undefeated in singles match, looks like gonna stay that way. Easy money forrr me, easy money forrr us!"

The men smile and nod their heads in agreement. Some even pull out stacks of cash and go as far as to compare their winnings with their colleagues. Alexei just sits their smoking his cigarette, he takes one last drag before dropping it on the wooden floor boards and stepping on it.

" My brrrother... My top fighterrr was put on planet earrrth forrr matches like this one. He step up to any challenge put in path of victorrry. Winning is rrreligion forrr RussianRose, Thurrrsday his sabbath day. The body and the blood belongs to him. Zane, will fall victim to the beast. He will be rrripped to shrrreds. The undead will fall."

Alexei slaps his open palm on the table.

" This will be warrrm up match beforrre death match."

The scene ends as everyone in the room seems to be bickering about the RR vs Norrison match.

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