Height: 6' 6" Weight:285 lbs.

Hometown: Siberia, Russia

Face or Heel: Neutral

Background Information:
White... almost blinding...

Snow falling in buckets...

Smoke billows from the chimney of a little shack deep in the heart of Siberia... A dim light shines through a small window in the front...

Through the howling wind, every couple of moments, a chopping sound is heard...

(zooming in to the rear of the Shack...)

A pile of wood neatly chopped and stacked nearly 5 feet high and 50 feet long...

(camera turns to show a very large man holding a large single sided axe, dressed in several layers of clothing to keep warm.)

(>>Translated from Russian<<)

>>Erik! We are low on meat! You need to go to the village and get some more food for us<<, A shrill woman yelps out into the blinding blizzard to the behemoth of a man.

The man turns...>>Mama, I will go in a minute. Let me finish chopping this log and I will prepare.<<, The man says in a deep, gruff voice...

>>Your Grandfather is not doing so well. I do not think he will survive the night.<<, The woman yells again...

The man replies, >>The ground is too frozen to dig a grave... I will build a box for him when I return Tomorrow<<, as he walks towards the shack.

>>What would I do without you, my Son?<< , the woman says as she claps her hands together. Her eyes are wrought with anxiety…

>>Do not fret, mother. I will take care of everything. I will start the journey tonight, make it to the village by morning, and return by tomorrow night. You have more than enough wood to keep the fire burning.<<, Erik says.

>>I am worried. It is a blizzard, and it will be hard to make your way. There are wild animals out there, hungry like us. You will not be safe.<<, the mother says.

Erik engulfs his mother with a hug. >>It must be done Mother. Do not worry.<<

- Fade out –

- Fade in –

Erik has a backpack packed. Snowshoes ready, Erik starts his trek to the village that is nearly 20 miles away. Normally, this is a minimal task… but during blizzard conditions, it is nearly impossible, especially on foot. So many dangers lurk; getting lost, frozen or eaten by a hungry wolf… He doesn’t have to worry about the bears as it is their hibernating season. Erik bids farewell to his mother and ailing grandfather as he walks by the woodpile and picks up his axe. He starts out walking south… the direction of the Village.

- Fade out –

- Fade In –

Erik makes it to the Village; it is almost dusk. The store is closed… perhaps it will be open in the morning. Erik decides to try to find some lodging for the night. He walks to the Inn…

>>Hello… anyone here?<< Erik shouts as he stands in the parlor, alone…. >>Hello? Hello, I wish to rent a bed for the evening…<<

>>Hold on, I am coming<<, an old voice yells out… out from the darkness of the hallway, a decrepit old woman emerges.

>>I wish to rent a bed for the evening.<< Erik states to the old woman.

>>You are in luck… I have one left. This blizzard has stranded many people.<< She motions where the bed is.

>>Bless you madam, thank you<<, Erik responds as he pays her…

Erik walks to the bed… takes off his pack, his snow shoes, and goes to sleep.

- Fade out –

- Fade In –

Morning –
Erik arises… he walks to the parlor of the Inn… There he sees a man who has been traveling through the area and was stranded.

>>Hello, have you noticed if the store is open or not?<< Erik asks the man…

The man shakes his head…>>I do not know. I have not seen anyone come in or out since I have been awake this morning, sorry.<<

>>Thank you<<, Replies Erik.

From the corner, a woman rocking in a chair answers out…>>Mr. Bolshevinsky is very ill. The store is not open today, nor will it be open any time soon.<<

Getting a little anxious…>>But, I must get some food for my family… They will starve if I do not get them food soon. My grandfather is very ill, and my mother will not last long. What shall I do?<< Erik asks the woman…

>>There is a way into the store through the rear. There is only a small, cheap lock on the door. You can enter the store there, leave the money on the counter with a note, and take what you need. Mr. Bolshevinsky surely wont mind…<< The woman states, kind of matter-of-factly…

Sounds like a good idea… Erik gathers his things, and makes his way to the back of the store. Just as the woman stated, the door is locked by a meager padlock. Erik strikes the lock once with his axe, and breaks the lock off the door. An unbelievable stench hits Erik like a brick wall… WHAT IS THAT SMELL???

He enters the store, and starts gathering some non perishable items into his backpack… He gets some bread, and moves towards the sales counter…

He thinks to himself… Maybe I should just put a note with the money right here by the register… he will be more certain to see it here…

Erik walks over to the other side of the counter… and finds the source of the stench. Mr. Bolshevinsky is dead, laying behind the counter, with a wound to the head.

Erik neals to look at the gash in Mr. Bolshevinsky’s head… it’s a deep wound, as if someone struck him with something sharp… He must have bled to death while he was unconscious.

>>Who’s in there?<< A voice rings out from the open back door…

>>I am. Erik Dragonov… I found this man dead.<< , Erik stands and looks towards the back door.

It seems that the Village constable had been walking the town, searching for anyone that might need help digging out of the blizzard, and came across the open door.

>>What are you doing in here Mr. Dragonov? The store is not open… Mr. Bolshevinsky is ill.<<

>>Someone is laying here dead. I was in a hurry to get back to my ill grandfather and mother with some supplies, and I could not wait any longer. I opened the lock, and found this man laying here dead…<< Erik replies…

The constable walks towards Erik with his pistol drawn…
>>That is Mr. Bolshevinsky. What did you do to him?<< The Constable inquires.

>>NOTHING! I found him here dead as I was leaving the money for the supplies!<< Shouts Erik.

>>I’ve seen you around this village before… you live out in the wilderness, don’t you? Out there in the wastelands…<< The constable states…

>>I do.<<

>>I’m afraid I will have to detain you Mr. Dragonov…I find your story unbelievable.<<

>>It is nothing but the truth! I must get back to my family or my Mother and Grandfather will DIE!<< Erik says in a stern, shouting voice.

>>Tell that to the Detective when he gets here.<< The constable says as he starts pulling out the handcuffs…

>>I am telling you the truth! There are people at the Inn that can corroborate my story!<< Erik says angrily as the constable slaps the cuffs on him.

>>When the detective gets here from Moscow, you …<<

>>MOSCOW! I NEED TO GET HOME NOW!<<

>>You won’t be going anywhere until we solve this crime…<<

- To Be continued –

The constable is met outside by another policeman… together, they take Erik back to the station, where he is thrown into a cell-like room.

The 5 foot by 5 foot room has only a toilet in it, but it doesn’t work. On one wall, a small window lets light creep in. It is cold. What is to become of his mother? Surely his Grandfather is dead by now… Hopefully his mother has found some sort of food and she is all right… Ever since his Father was brutally murdered by modern day warlords (plunderers, pillagers) in the region, Erik has been the man of the house… taking care of his Mother and Grandfather.

The day his father and Sister were murdered it was hot. Unusually hot. They were working on the shack when the Warlord and his mercenary army rode up on horseback. Words were exchanged between the Warlord and his father. They wanted him to pay a fee for protection, but his father would have none of that. He was a proud man, and would protect his family. The warlord left… only to return at nightfall to murder his Father and younger sister while they slept. Only a note was left behind…. It read –

“Fire is not to be played with, as it can wreak havoc on those who are unprepared. You are warned.”

After that, his Grandfather came to live with them. He too spoke with the Warlord, and reluctantly pledged his allegiance. From then to the present, they have been paying tribute to the Warlord monthly. They have no more cattle. They have no more food, no money, and no resources to give… What will become of his mother? For years he has begged his mother to let him stand up to the Warlord… but he has not out of respect for her. They have lived in fear all this time.

Hours turn into days. Days turn into Weeks. The only human contact Erik has had is a tray of Gruel and Bread and a small cup of water once daily. He often screams for hours on end… he beats on the walls… but it falls on deaf ears. Surely his mother is dead by now… how long has it been? A month… or two?

One morning, the door creaks open wide… blinding Erik momentarily…

*translated from Russian

>>Mr. Dragonov, I am Detective Valeri Constantinov, and I have been reviewing the apparent death of Mr. Bolshevinsky, the former shop owner.<<

>>I did not murder that man. Why won’t anyone believe me…<<

>>Mr. Dragonov, I know you didn’t kill Mr. Bolshevinsky. That is why we are setting you free… You see, a woman confessed that she was having an affair with Mr. Bolshevinsky, one thing led to another, we put the pieces together, and she sang like a bird…<<, The Detective says with a smile.

>>I rotted in this Hole, this whole time, and all the while you had a suspect?!!!<< Erik yells angrily.

>>Well, we had to keep you incarcerated until we were certain…<< The detective states as he lights his cigarette…>>Terribly sorry for the mix-up<<

>>Sorry for the mix-up?<<, Erik laughs to keep from crying as he grabs his head…>>Sorry for the mix-up?!! My Mother was depending on me for her SURVIVAL!! I must get to her right away! I only pray she is still alive!<<

>>Let me take you in my jeep, it’s the least that I can do for you<< says the detective…

- Fade out –

- Fade In –

About a mile from the shack. Erik has not spoken the whole ride. He fears the worst.

As they arrive at the shack, all that remains is a burnt pile of rubble. The stone fireplace still stands tall, but everything else lies in a pile of black ash. Erik is mortified… he thought he would return, worst case scenario his mother would have been nearly starved to death, but still alive… no way had he expected this.

>>What’s happened here? Looks like there has been a fire.<< The Detective states very matter-of-factly…

Erik stands where the back door once was. The door that he came in and out of his whole life. The door he left through when this whole journey started.

- Flashback –

>>What would I do without you, my Son?<< , the woman says as she claps her hands together. Her eyes are wrought with anxiety…

>>Do not fret, mother. I will take care of everything. I will start the journey tonight, make it to the village by morning, and return by tomorrow night. You have more than enough wood to keep the fire burning.<<, Erik says.

- Present –

Maybe his mother was still alive. Maybe she had fled… perhaps she escaped….

>>Hoof prints. Many people with horses were here recently…<< The detective says as he kneels near the perimeter of the black ash…>>Did you own any horses?<<

>>No<<

>>Perhaps your mother escaped.<<

>>She did not. She would not have left my grandfather here alone, dead or alive. She would not have left her home. She was waiting for me.<<

It was then that the detective found something that Erik Dragonov wish he would have never seen. The detective saw something in the woods…

>>Erik. Do not turn around. I’ve found your mother<<

Erik did not listen. He swiveled and looked into the woods…. About 50 yards into the forest hung something from a large tree… (don’t want to go into graphic detail here… kinda wierding me out…)

Erik drops to his knees and looks upwardly at the heavens. His father, his Sister, his Mother… All murdered… All that he held dear to him was gone. What is there to live for now? As the Detective radios back to the Station… Erik stands to his feet. A sneer crosses his face, as he wipes away a forming tear from his eye.

>>Any idea who may have done this?<< asks the detective…

>>Yes…….they will pay<<

- To be continued -
Part 3 of 3 – The "Birth"

>>Wait… you don’t know what you are getting yourself into…<< Valeri Constantinov, the Detective says to Erik, who is standing facing into the wilderness where his mother’s lifeless body hangs…

>>I will destroy these men; I will destroy their families; I will destroy their Pets; I will destroy their homes; will destroy everything that is associated with them.<< Says Erik as he grits his teeth…

>>I know you must be upset, but let the law handle this one Erik<< The Detective says as he steps closer to Erik.

>>Do you see that?<< Erik Points to his mother’s body… >>That is my Mother. MY MOTHER<< He shouts… >>What you don’t see is my Father, my Sister, and my Grandfather. Do you know what it is like to awaken to find your father dead, staring at you, with a slit throat? And to have your younger sister’s body found Raped and nearly torn apart?<< Erik Yells, fighting back a flood of tears. >>What about all the families, all the people, that have been murdered, extorted, and had their lives ruined by this Evil? Your law has done NOTHING to stop them in 10 years, and they will do nothing now. But I… Erik Dragonov will do something about it.<< Erik beats his chest proudly.

>>Erik, if you murder, you are no better than they are<<

>>I will be doing the World a favor Constantinov…. I will rid the world of a plague.<<

>>Erik, I can not let you do this – This is not the right way.<<

>>This is the ONLY way.<<

Erik starts walking into the wilderness… towards the camp of the Warlords. Detective Valeri Constantinov stands by the jeep and watches him… Shaking his head…

>>I’ll see you soon Dragonov. Count on it.<<

- Fade out –

- Fade In –

Night: Erik has made it to the Camp of the Warlords… it looks as if everyone is sitting by the fire – Erik looks on from a distance, unnoticed.

Time wastes by… long into the night. One by one, the Warlords “posse” goes to their tents, until everyone is sleeping. Erik sneaks into camp, and picks a tent at random. As he sneaks in… the Man is sleeping with his feet towards the opening. Erik creeps to the head of the man, and whispers in his ear… >>Greetings from Ana Dragonov<< As he grabs the man and snaps his puny neck like a twig. Erik moves to the next tent… very silent, being very cautious to not make a sound…. He doesn’t want to wake the other 6 men, as he wants to savor every kill… The next tent, Erik takes the blade from the man’s pants that are lying near the opening of the tent… and creeps up to the man’s head…

>>A gift from Gregor Dragonov<< He whispers into the man’s ear as he slices his throat from ear to ear… Erik wipes the blade clean – and progresses to the next tent…

1 by 1, Erik silently murders all 5 of the Warlord’s henchmen, until only the Warlord is left… Erik sits Indian style in front of the opening of the Warlord’s tent, waiting for morning…

- Fade out –

- Fade in –

Morning: The Warlord awakens and walks out of his tent, only to find Erik staring at him…sitting in front of his tent…

>>Who the F*ck are you?<< says the Warlord.

>>Don’t pretend to not know who I am. Look into my eyes, and SEE who I am<<

>>You are the Boy… Gregor Dragonov’s Boy. You’ve gotten Big. Are you here to join us?<< The Warlord smiles…

Erik sits staring into the Warlords Eyes…

>>You know what I am here for. I am here to kill you.<< Erik says to him softly.

Laughing… >>To kill me? Boy, do you know who I am? I am Igor Constantinov – the most FEARED man in all this land! How do you suppose you are going to kill me?<< Igor asks, smiling as he walks towards Erik, taunting him.

>>I will rip out your eyes, your tongue, your teeth, and I will stake you to the ground so that all the hungry animals can eat you alive. You will not be able to see them coming. You will not be able to scream for help… but you will hear them all around you, and you will feel them tearing apart your flesh as you are eaten alive.<<

Igor’s face turns to anger - >>AWAKE Brothers! There is an intruder in the camp!<< he yells for his dead comrades…

>>They cannot hear you. You are all that remains.<<

The warlord stumbles into his tent to get a gun, when he comes out, Erik is gone – The warlord looks around for him, just as he turns, ERIK IS RIGHT BEHIND HIM.

Erik grabs him by the neck in a chokehold from behind. Igor is choking and writhing for air…

>>This is for Natasha Dragonov, my beloved mother. May you feel the pain you inflicted on her one thousand fold. Erik takes the knife, and lances both of Igor’s eyes…

>>Dragonov… I warned you not to do this.<< A voice says from behind… a gun cocks, and is put to his temple…It is the DETECTIVE, Detective Valeri Constantinov –

Only now does Erik put 2 and 2 together… the Warlord’s name is Igor Constantinov…. And the Detective kept trying to persuade him to let the law handle this…they must be kin to one another…This would explain why no one ever did anything about the Plundering and the murders…. They were in cahoots all along.

>>Now, you will let my cousin go…<<

But it is too late. Erik had squeezed all the life out of the Warlord. Erik let’s his lifeless body slump to the ground…

>>Erik, what he did was not right… and you repaid his debt… but I have no choice. I must take you in. You know this.<<

>>You know I had no other choice, comrade. My vengeance is complete. I have nothing else to live for. You might as well kill me now.<<

>>You know I cannot. You will have to come with me.<<

>>You knew about this, all along, yet you did nothing to stop him. His death is on your hands, as is the death of my family.<< Erik sneers as he spits at the Detective’s feet.

>>That is why I must do this<< The detective sticks the pistol in his mouth, and pulls the trigger, blasting his brains out the back of his head.

Erik stands in disbelief… For a long time, the detective’s conscience had been eating away at his soul… finally, it caught up with him.

Erik walks slowly to the Detective’s jeep, and drives away -

- Fade out –

- Fade in –

A crowded arena – well, at least as crowded as a small gymnasium in the middle of Siberia, Russia can be…

>>Who is this man<<, one Russian man in the crowd asks the one beside him…

>>He goes by the name, The Russian Destruction Machine. He never smiles, and he has never lost a match. He nearly kills his opponents, only letting up in the nick of time…<<

>>He looks angry… What is he so Angry about?<< The man asks…

>>Don’t know… don’t know what his story is… only that he is Big, Mean, and BAD!<<
The two men laugh as the fight gets under way… and is ended that quickly –

That is the beginning of the story of the Russian Destruction Machine. How he got into wrestling, how he got to the United States, and how he got to GCW is a story for a different time… but for now, now you know why he is
THE RUSSIAN DESTRUCTION MACHINE

Wrestler's Entrance Description:
"La Fortuna", by Wagner begins to play, and out of the entrance comes the Russian Destruction Machine. He stands atop the entranceway sneering with his arms crossed. He makes his way down to the ring, never moving his eye away from it. Once he make it to the ring, he enters quickly and tests the ropes.

Favorite Matches:
His ongoing confrontations with the Scholar have been noteworthy.

Finishing Move:
The Russian Pride

Finishing Move Description:
The Russian Pride - Basicly, just a Bear Hug that squishes the consciousness out of his opponents.

Typical Moves:
1. Savate Kick
2. Headlock
3. punch to the head
4. Arm Wrench
5. belly to belly suplex
6. DDT
7. Thesz Press
8. Boston Crab
9. headbutt
10. spinebuster

Handlers Name:
Alex

Email Address:

Messenger Identity:
- none