Voice: “Beauty often is resembled with power and knowledge, beauty makes you want to boast with pride over the fact that you have something that others can only dream about… or hope. But is it a key to success? I would shudder the thought…”

A door opens in front of the camera, we see a butler present himself in front of it. It’s a typical butler, who has a look of distain for the camera as he allows it to pass him. A voice can be heard from someone talking, but he is outside the view of the camera.

Voice: “What brings beauty? It brings you affection  it brings you attention… it brings you the wealth in the world as you abuse your beauty for your own good… or so you think… I say beauty is just your way to your doom.”.

We see a part of a leather jacket come into view, it shows a skull in silver on top of it. We see dirty black/gray hair partly coming over it. The figure walks towards a limo that is parked outside, where the door has been held open for the figure as it sits down.

Woman:”Finally, where were you?”

Voice:”I’m glad to see you too dear, I mean seriously. The little tease the other night was fun for once, but in the long run I prefer a woman that can keep me up all night long.”

The two chuckle as the female hands the figure a glass of Scotch, that what he accepts as the two toast.

Woman: “Goth, when will your teasing end and will you get to what I know you do best?”

The figure grins as he takes a sip from the glass, the camera turns and we all now see the AWA owner and SCW competitor Goth. The leather jacket has got a Slipknot logo on the side as he is wearing sunglasses.

Goth:” Wouldn’t that spoil the surprise? I mean seriously, I like a good build up and then slam everything down when I feel like it. Just like I love to do when I face disgruntled idiots that have a beauty complex”.

Woman:” Like Sean Williams?”.

Goth: “In situations like these, names do not really matter to me… the body count, that’s the only that matters…’.

Goth once again toasts, he looks at the woman that is in front of him. The camera turns to recognize his own woman Sapphira. The beautiful lady that has been with him since day one. The one woman that knows him just as good as he knows himself.

Sapphira: ”Tell me Goth, is there a reason why you dragged me out of my bed? I mean, sure I like to drink a glass with you and drive in a fancy limo. But I prefer to see some action happening”.

Goth: “ Why don’t you just sit tight and enjoy the ride as we are going to take a stroll through memory lane once more before we get to the place where we both need to be.”

Goth chuckles as he signals for the limo driver to drive as the shot fades to darkness

We return where Goth is sitting in a museum, watching a statue of a Greek Olympian. Holding a discuss while having a physique of a God.

Sapphira;” What does this mean Goth?”

Goth: “ Just look at it, just look at the body. Just look at the physique. Just look at the face, no worries on a man that knows that he would just take home a golden medal”.

Sapphira: “ Are you trying to insinuate that we should take more time in the Olympics in London?”

Goth chuckles as he shakes his head and looks back at the statue as he runs his hand across the face of the Greek Olympian.

Goth: “ Granted, I would have loved to look on and watch Epke perform in his golden medal race. The man that had the confidence as the man that knew that he would get the golden medal. The man that put everything aside for those ninety seconds, the ninety seconds that could have brought him ultimate fame or eternal shame…”.

Sapphira; “ You still haven’t told me why we are out here Goth”.

The legendary wrestler holds his fingers against the chin of the statue, his eyes are searching for the ones of the statue. As if they are connected with each other, even if it is for a few seconds.

Goth: “ Confidence is something that people need to have to succeed in life wouldn’t you agree?”

Sapphira nods her head as she is listening to her man while working on her nails.

Goth: “ I mean seriously, people can have a big mouth all they want in that what they are telling the world what they have to do or will do… something that the ancient Greeks had to deal with.. and so do we”.

Sapphira: “ Uh-huh”

Goth chuckles as he looks back and sees that his woman is barely listening, clearly bored with the fact that they are in a museum. She always prefers the local nudie bar.

Goth: “ But the true heroes remain in the end. Those who talk when it is their time, never saying too much. Never wanting the world to know the fact that they will disrespect those who tried to knock him or her off their golden plateau. Those who dare to let their actions do the talking… those who are confident enough to upstage even the biggest talent when they are knocking at their door”.

Sapphira:“ Yabba, Dabba… Doo…”

Goth once again chuckles, he knows he is boring the shit out of his woman. But he knows that when he wants to make a point, that he should not get distracted by her.

Goth: “ Ironically how often have I been told over and over again how my way of life should be ended? That another era has begun and another new name has come alive to take away my place. My rightfully place as being the greatest in ring competitor… the greatest wrestling mind that has ever lived… I understand how people get motivated or even jealous about someone as me… because I’ve seen it all and I’ve done it all.. others are just a name, I’m a household name. A man that should have clenched it’s thirst by now… But simply wants more and more”.

Sapphira: A man that I just love to hear ramble and ramble, can’t we just split this museum? If you are nice, I’ll even give you something that you’ll enjoy”.

Goth: I’ve already had my pleasure for now my pretty, but don’t you worry. Tonight I’ll rock your world and make you understand that I’m in top condition in more than just one way”.

The grin on her face reveals the excitement that is going through her body, knowing exactly what her man has promised her to do to her later on. His eyes are fixated on the statue as his look on his face tells a tale that he is dying to tell.

Goth: “Some new faces succeed to overcome the seemingly impossible odds, as where others die in vain. Brash young stars, that think because they are faster, stronger, have more endurance and the balls to speak out… that they are better than those who have done it all… to face off in a test of who has got the final say in the long run, those who are worthy to compete and those who are just meant to die in shame….”.

Sapphira: “ Just like Sean…”.

Goth doesn’t pay attention to what his woman has said as he continues to talk.

Goth: “Young arrogant brass idiots that come and go, use their flashy antics and their self centred tactics while they haven’t achieved anything in their God damned lives. And why? Because they want to break down the establishment… don’t they ever learn? Don’t they understand that greatness itself decides to pass the torch to those who come after them as they decide to pass them on? Oh sure, you can beat some over the hill wrestlers that believe that a hammer lock is still the way to go if you want to beat a superstar. Superstars that have gone from the era of steroids and still believe that their massive bulk is enough to swing people around…. I guess fools like those young arrogant pretty boys never learned about evolution…. How sad….”.

Sapphira: “ I know where you are going to… I…,”.

Goth:”Will you please allow me to finish my point of no return for the students of the game? This is about pride, this is about the fact that there is nobody out there that can make bold statements without feeling the punishment of my choosing… I’m sure that Sean Williams will be very interested indeed what I have in store for him in a few days…”.

Goth turns his attention to his woman for a few seconds as we see the patented smile of him on her face.

Sapphira: The cat is out of the bag….”.

Silence comes over the two for a few moments before Goth extends his hand to his woman as they walk off. The shot slowly fades to darkness before it returns with Goth wearing nothing more than his leather wrestling pants. His tattoos are visible as well as his scars. His 35 year old body shows the many wars that it has endured and yet it seems that he is in top condition.

Goth: “ Remember me Synn? Oh yes, I’m once again addressing the man that shows worries about his new protégé. And you are absolutely right, I don’t blame you to even consider of taking a step into the squared circle to save your meal ticket… you have always been there for those who you have followed into the ring haven’t you? You always watched out for their own self being… or perhaps your own meal ticket… and yet something is now completely different isn’t it?”

Goth runs his hands through his hair as he rinses out the water that he has poured through it a few moments ago.

Goth: “Remember this face Synn? The face of the one single man that does not care how he does it? The one man that does not care how long I have to wait before someone makes a mistake? Before someone dares to screw up his chances and have this veteran take his chance in HIS glorious moment as I have had in so many other occasions before me in the historical… almost biblical tale that is Goth?? I know you have Synn, you probably thought that with my eyes set on Gabriel and Despayre… that I would not focus upon you huh Synn? You just had to set your focus on a kid that only thinks about saving his pretty hide before he takes a shot in the ass. Or whatever other body part that can extract different types of bullshit or fluids…. You just made the biggest mistake of aligning yourself with the one kid that from now on has no future…”.

Goth:” A future Synn, I bet you were already counting your blessings, you were already considering the fact that you would have had a tag team champion along with a dangerous partner. Putting you in my friendly list huh Synn? How ironic that the wealthy meal ticket of future success will become your financial downfall. And you know why Synn?”.

Goth lifts his head slightly, his eyes are moving upwards so that we can see it stare into the camera.

Goth: “You see my friend, your kid boyfriend or whatever your newest victim likes to call himself. He is too focused on one thing, to break me down. How sweet, it would almost make me think that I got a love struck ex girlfriend, who is in dying need to get into my waiting arms once again. Hoping that she would find her way back into my heart, while I would only fuck her brains out and then dump her the next opportunity that I get… you see Synn, you may not like me. You do respect the fact that I am a killing machine, you know the fact that I can endure the many physical attacks that someone can put upon me… simply for the fact that I love to receive and dish out at the same time.. you see Synn, you perhaps know from the past that when someone dares to put the ultimate sin upon me… that I am a man that always retaliates and overcome… does that bother you? I know it does… doesn’t it?”.

Goth: “ Reason of that is because you are wiser than your apprentice is, you have sent he determination and the calculated calmness that makes me a predator. I don’t mind getting hurt, I don’t mind getting bloodied. As long as I get the job done… your little girlfriend has put himself in the promising task to take me out of the wrestling ring permanently… how sweet.”.

Goth: “ You should know that I almost feel as if I’m in the show of: “Goth, this is your life”. The life of one man that has gone through it all and seems to have an eternal desire to move on without looking back. The stables, the double crossing of my friends, family and hell even the entire federation… and for what? Because they know that when they take out the very best that this world has to offer, that their star would be considered to be the biggest since the birth of Jesus Christ… and guess what? They are all in the retirement homes, wishing that they would have done differently… you know that this to be true doesn’t it Synn?”.

Goth chuckles, he shakes his head in approval for a few times before turning it sideways for a bit”.

Goth: “ I never said that I would have the eternal life in this wrestling industry, or in life itself for that matters. But you got to understand this Synn, these hands were build to maim, these hands were build to create chaos. Chaos in a fashion that it would almost sound like poetry… while for you it would be the song for you to go back to the unemployment line for a new business partner…. For you Synn… I pity your chances… even if you dare to interfere, it would be useless… don’t you understand Synn?”.

Goth closes his eyes before shaking his head in disbelief.

Goth: Do you know how many men I’ve faced before you Sean? Men or boys like you? Good looks, talented and arrogant as hell. Hell, I’ve been that way too. At first I was a guy that told the world that I was unbeatable and then realized that I had to get into the ring to prove my point. Did I make mistakes in the past Sean? Oh hell yeah I have… but did that make me a lying hypocrite? You would think so wouldn’t you oh Sean?”.

Goth: “ But what seperates me from you Sean? I’ll tell you what, you are so hyped up on your own belief that you are so confident that you only have to open your freaking eyes and you have already won. You are so high upon your own drug in your own living existence, that you are already OD’ed on the fact that you have beaten everyone in your path of your championship reign. While me? I’m the man that stares into his adversary, I remain calm. I study every movement that you make… I wait for mistakes my friend and you already made so many that I just lost count.”.

Goth: “ What makes you so sure that you will end my career? Because you are the Nightmare? Are you going to haunt my every dream that I got from the moment that I close my eyes? Are you going to execute all those unbelievable moves that I wonder whether I’m in a wrestling ring or in a circus ride… but again Sean, you are not even close of understanding why I am Goth… and Synn does.. but then again, your stupidity doesn’t allow you to see it. Because you live in a world where your words are a reality. And why wouldn’t it? Facing nobodies that have accomplished nothing in the wrestling industry. Facing men that only want to perform for the fans, giving them joy and happiness for the few bucks that they pay for their stinking tickets. While me Sean? I do what you say will do. I’m here to just make people’s lives miserable? And why? Because I enjoy it… not because I want to be someone’s stepping stone. no Sean, I want to make this world and this wrestling industry to regret the day that they signed me to their roster. And why? Very simple…”.

Goth: ‘ I am here because of one simple reason and Synn knows this to the bone of his existence. To rid the world of Gabriel and Despayre. To rid them of the world because I made them that vow. You see even though I’m a man that is face painted, a freak. Something that people cannot or will not understand, I am a man that when I make a promise to the world, I intend to keep that promise and fulfil it until it has been done!!!”.

Goth: “Does it bother you that I can focus my attention from you to someone else in an instant without losing my aim to remove that stinking smile off your face? I know it does, because in your world, there is only room for one man and that man is just a kid. A kid that believes in fairy tales, a kid that reads the tales of little boys whipping out a rock to the face of giant men and level them with a single blow. The problem with you is Sean, that David was a kid that had faith in his Lord and his ability.. while you focus on the fact that your life is your libido and the holes that you like to stick into your arms to get high. I am not a Vincent that likes to play games with you, I’m not a Synn that runs off whenever he hears my name. I ‘m not a man that is hoping for Synn to jump in the ring and assist you in any other way. Because you saying that you not caring whether you get help from him or not tells me the one thing that I need to know Sean.”.

Goth stares into the camera with the sickest smile that we have ever seen from him.

Goth: “That you will forever be a boy with a dream. A dream that you wish to fulfil because the rest of your life is non existent. And what stands in your way? A man that you wish to destroy, to remove me from my wrestling career. And how will you do that oh almighty Nightmare? I know how, but you see my friend. There will be one technical problem with you succeeding that goal. Because I won’t let you, I’m going to make you work your ass of before you realize that there is more than merely an attitude and a nickname as the nightmare to take down the greatest wrestling champion in the history of wrestling down… until then Sean… good luck….”.

With that Goth walks off and the shot fades to darkness.

 It has been years since i felt this way, why you may ask? Is it to any importance to express my emotional state? But then again, I could understand the reasoning behind those thoughts of the ones that do not have anything to share with me. The reason is simple, I hold something that they can only dream off… the fact that I got a soul and it’s no longer pure… purity has left me many years ago when I first did the most sinful thing ever….

Haven’t we learned that our body is a temple???

A soft snicker can be heard from a dark secluded room. We see broken furniture shattered on the floor as a soft light moves over the ground. Someone is guiding the light across the floor as the camera tries to find out who it is.

The pure emotional state of a kid, struggling with two mere thoughts. The one of that of being a child of one true God… and that of the thought of how good it feels that first ever touch. Haven’t we all had that thought of something this good, can’t be bad?? I know you have… I know I have……

The flashlight moves across the room, we see a bed. The light traces a path upwards as we see a struggling figure trying to escape the clutches of the bands that is holding it’s wrists and ankles tied up to the bed.

It’s a struggle that has been going on for centuries…, I’ve known the struggle I had. It’s like I had the serpents voice trying to reason with me. It was as if Eve was presented that apple all over again…, how simple and how innocent a torn soul could be… and how easily I was grasped by it’s clutches of sin… dragged down into the cess pool of that what you are in right now my pretty….

The figure now flashes the light upon her face, we can see tears flowing from her cheek and fear being expressed upon her eyes. Staring at the figure, who is holding the flashlight. But she can only see the light and the hand that is holding it.

Tell me, what would I have to say? Should I soothe her troubled mind? Beginning by saying that she doesn’t have to worry about my presence? That I know that deep down inside I’ve always wanted to be with her? As I am the only one that understands her troubled soul? That almost got me the first night I heard it’s voice.

But then again, my faith kept me from sinning… or so I thought.

A chuckle comes across his throat as the figure keeps the light upon the innocent girl. Her eyes are visible through the small strands of her hair that has gotten in front of her face. The bloodshed in her eyes, the mascara that has been across her face from crying. As if she has seen the Devil itself….,

I’ve been told that I was supposed to be on my guard every single moment of the day. Because you would never know when it would….

Suddenly a hand can be seen touching the face of the girl

Strike…

A sinister laugh follows the reaction of the girl, trying to pull her face away from the hand. Unable to escape it as she is tied up.

Please little girl, don’t be afraid. Did it really hurt that soft touch? I am sure that it was all but evil now was it??

The fingers plays with her hair as she is trembling with fear.

I used to be in your state little girl….granted boys react differently than girls… but in the end the flesh needs that extra attention wouldn’t you agree?

Her reaction is a shock that goes through her body as he softly runs the back of his hand against her cheek. Not hitting her, just trying to calm her down as much as possible you can do with someone tied up on a bed in the middle of the darkness.

Have I ever told you how I just wished I could kill sins? I just was a teen, I thought I had all the answers. I went to church every Sunday, I read the Bible from front to back, from left to right. And even backwards…, yet I could not stop the thoughts of doing naughty things to myself…. Oh sure. At first I prayed, I felt my strength conquering everything that I did not believe in…, I felt pride at a certain point, I felt that I had conquered something that only Jesus Christ could do.. and he did it in the hot desert… and he had issues not succumbing to the wishes of the Devil… and I thought I just beat it down without any worries…

How foolish these thoughts were… wouldn’t you agree?

Her cries are muffled as her mouth is gagged with a cloth and duck tape across her mouth

Now, now…., we can’t give your neighbours the impression that you are a bad girl now can’t we?

The hand slaps her hard across the face. Before slowly running it’s fingers through her hair as we see the girl cry again.

Oh I’m sorry, I just got a bit too carried away…. But it doesn’t mean I don’t love you my pretty….,

What is love anyways? A few simple letters that apparently tells the whole feeling you got for someone? Some kind of bullshit if you ask me… how can you express your entire feelings in one word of four letters? Perhaps we should look further into the true meaning of the word “Love” Shall we?

What does the L stand for? It sure as hell doesn’t mean anything good for people, because love always gets confused with Lust… yes.. the sexual tension between two persons… the need to explore each other sexual intentions. To have each other in different positions and to make their bodies become one? Isn’t that invading the privacy of the body that is called a temple???

The hand runs over her cheek, down to her throat as he suddenly stops there…making circles across her shoulders… before suddenly putting his hand across her throat once again and slowly starting to press on it… making it hard for her to breath….

Oh come on, don’t tell me you don’t enjoy this? Perhaps at first it won’t, but soon you’ll get used to it. It will be a routine that will only grasp your entire view of reality. Reality is that your life has been choking you out since day one… you should be thankful that someone like me is showing you the way of reality… or to escape it… even if it is for a few moments…., reality is a painful burden isn’t it??

The hand releases her throat, she gasps for air as well as spitting out fluids from her mouth.

Oh my, don’t tell me you were showing aggression towards me? This early? Oh I feel it’s going to be a thrill to turn your stomach inside out with mixed emotions. Have I ever told you about the day that I tried to turn two individuals inside out? Two figures that ran off and hid for me? Oh I know that I’ve been through this before, but then again… a tale never gets old now does it??

The girl is trying to talk to the man, but with her mouth being gagged it’s to no use….,

And what would you try to say my pretty? Please, please let me go? I won’t tell? Of course you won’t. Because I know you would have to lie through your teeth, about the fact that even though you are in fear… I feel the electricity through your body.. that I feel the excitement and that it is more shameful than the fact that you are kept inside in this old room?

Your room I may add….

Sadistic laughter can be heard from the figure as he runs his hand across her belly.

I feel your heavy breathing, you can say it’s from fear… I say it’s from excitement. Not knowing what to expect is it?? Just like the two men I talked about earlier… never going to expect what I will do next. And yet it’s so obvious what I will do next. Because I told the world that I would always follow up to my promises… whether I do it right away, or let time take it’s slow pace. Letting the taste evolve through time and making it taste like velvet… and yet, it’s so sinful isn’t it?

Have you ever touched yourself???

A muffled voice tries to scream at the man…,

I bet you have… I mean your soft fingers. It would feel like velvet across the skin that’s almost as silk… what wouldn’t you give to feel that every single day?? I would kill to do that… who knows….  I may just do that this time….

The figure closes in on her face, bending forwards as we see his face from his chin towards his nose. We see that he hasn’t shaved for a few days… a small beard is showing as he kisses her neck.

Oh yes. The sweet taste of a soft young girl…, I almost forgot how it felt. You know something? I would kill for you… a deadly sin I know. But just like pleasuring yourself, it’s a sensation that you could get used to… even crave for. Especially those who do not deserve to be here… do you know someone like that?

He gives her a soft kiss as she tries to scream, his face shows an sadistic smile and nods.

I know you would… in due time we all do… you perhaps would not know them by name… but I do… as if they are two brothers. They cannot be separated from each other… two names that have guilt written all over their stinking faces… but it would be a spoiled lecture if I would give their names away right now… now wouldn’t it?

Another muffed scream can be heard.

Do not resist it, it will only make it even more painful when I shove my hand down your throat and pull out your vocal cords…. That si if you are a bad little girl…., we do not want that to happen now don’t we?

Tears are falling from the girl’s face as the figure slowly rises himself from her… we can hear him walk away from her as the light slowly starts to move around the wall. The camera follows it until it stops in front of a mirror. The light shines in the mirror as we can see the outline of the figure standing in front of it.

Oh God, how I have yearned to sin once again. How I’ve wanted to expose my thoughts upon two names once more…, would it be the sin of breaking the moral code of not breaking down the temple of your body? Or would it be the sinful thoughts of doing that what should not have been done?

Yet again…, does it truly matter? I’ve heard the cries of attention before.. the calls of eating some fruit as it was ripped off the tree of everlasting sin…, you two are just another excuse of not trying to be yourself. Sinful obsession… it is like a Marvin Gaye song… just tempting to step across the boundaries of the moral code of life itself… and yet when they stare into the eyes of true evil… it only vanishes in fear… granted, even fear gains a moment of victory upon evil itself every now and then… doesn’t it Gabriel and Despayre??

Did I let the cat out of the bag???

Laughter is heard through the room, as the figure slowly rises the camera to his face. Showing the face of Goth, without his usual face paint… his face is a mess… clearly he has not taken care of his face.

It is like getting back together on a birthday party isn’t it? You sit down, with all good friends or relatives that you haven’t seen in a long time. You start to talk and before you know it, we all are smoking cigars and bringing back old memories… trust me, I’m bringing a lot more than old memories now am I not boys??

I could start off with Despayre with ease, why? Because him and I already tangled once. And we all know how that ended up huh? But no, I would be putting Gabriel to shame now wouldn’t I? Seeing he is the fellow that opened up his mouth first… sprouting his intended attempt of sin.. just like a little puppy dog, trying to show his newly found teeth to an old Rottweiler.. granted, even the old dog could use some fun… but one big bite and your ass is being broken down big time…,

Are you inside my mind Gabriel? Am I going to lie about this? It’s a sinful thought that would be too tempted to use now isn’t it? But then again, we both see right through that now don’t we? We see the fact that life has it’s ways of making people crumble under jealousy and agony… I would lie if I would not have had you under my skin… but then again Gabriel, would time stand still when it comes down to having people get to me? Apparently you do not know the man that makes and breaks lives before a blink of an eye… you see, you still hold on to your priced possession. That what brings reality and sanity to your fucked up mind… but again, isn’t greed your biggest weakness? You are so less complicated to get unlike your tag team partner Gabriel… you are just a greedy man, that thinks with his brain about how to explore the possibility of extending his championship closet.

Did you run away and I ran after you? Is that how you would see it Gabriel? Personally I would care less of the fact that greed is equal to stupidity… to me this is another example of that what I want…, I get Gabriel. I’ve told the world before that I would stare into the eyes of Sinful Obssession… the emo gang of stupidity in the wrestling world…. You call yourself Sinful? And yet you are here to only entertain the crowd. While I just entertain my sanity with insanity… I see it upon myself to guide you through my world of insanity my purist amongst deaf man’s ears.

Or would it be the fact that you never could show the world the words that you uttered… that you know me, that you are better than me… have you ever attempted lady luck’s lurking eye underneath the blindfold? The bitch always cheated to get to where she was… but then again, isn’t the world of politics not also an sinful obsession that you always wanted to achieve?

Goth chuckles as he scratches his bearded chin.

What is it about you that makes you look like a fake Gabriel? Is it perhaps that your appearance is too obvious? That you are trying so much that I’ve been wondering myself whether you are just a hideous coward? That hides behind the skirt of someone that is out of his mind? At least I can stare into the eyes of Despayre and see that he is a lost sinful thought. Obsessed with the fact that I crushed his little teddy bear and made him growl at me like a stuffed animal…. No pun intended Despy.

What would it mean to you to stand over a fallen body of one name called Goth.. you stare at me and see only the personification of what I am as a man that has a grudge upon you and Despayre… easy of course, you have been watching the words that I spoke for so long that you have mesmerized them by heart. You expect me to come full speed at you, run out of energy after a few minutes? Who knows I would have if I was just oozing pre insanity cum out of my mind.

His eyes are smiling insane, the eyes show an state of mind that is clearly he is ready for anything that is dished out towards him.

Oozing pre insanity cum Gabriel… ever looked into an online dictionary and wondering what that would mean? Don’t worry your little brain over it, don’t go and run over to your tablet and try to find the B that comes after A… because just like sex… the pre cum before the big explosion is just merely a warning of that what is to come next. Am I insane? A first look on my fetish with this girl would give you the assumption that I am…

But haven’t we learned not to go off on the first impression that you have on someone? You got one as you clearly give me just one side of the tale my friend. That shows me your weakness… but trust me, I understand. Being hyped up with a big fight like this does that to people… Once again I’ve been told the obvious…, I can’t do this…  Go for the obvious Gabriel, whereas I will just go out and break you in your own sinful obsession..,

I’ve broken down more tag teams with a first time tag team partner then Despayre has had intercourse with the Muppets. So why don’t you go ask yourself after the show is over… who could not do what… and trust me Gabriel… Don’t believe your own hype, because until you have beaten me… your nothing…

Goth grins, he stares back at the girl, who is still trying to break free from her captivity

Just like her, you know that it’s useless to escape from me huh Despayre? Unlike your tag team partner, who is already climbing the highest of his glorious achievements of championships.. whereas you, you are just merely a follower of your own stupidity isn’t it Despayre? I know that it must be odd to hear that from a man that lost to you the last time we met, but then again Despayre…, was it a victory that an insane animal like you can hold to himself as a clenching experience to your sins has it Despayre??

Because I know that you are the one true opposing figure that I have to look out for… our previous battle only proves my theory… and no, unlike Gabriel… I’m not underestimating m other opponent like I’m not underestimating you…. I’m ready to wage war with those who dared to sin upon me into the AWA… I’m ready to take away gold. Something precious in the possession of those who are so much like Laurel and Hardy. The one that tries to maintain order, as the other acts upon the only thing that keeps him together. His animalistic nature…. Act upon nothing more than his instinct.

Just like our last match, you reacted upon instinct when you beat me… come on Despayre, admit it… you never stopped looking over your shoulder. Hoping that I would not be standing there… watching you. Not wanting to let your guard down for a split second… not wanting to worry Gabriel and you know why don’t you?

Goth shakes his head, as if he is saying yes to the camera.

You let your guard down once, you allowed me to assault Gabriel. You still feel the sinful thoughts run down your back. Knowing that your own tag team partner trusted you and you broke his trust. By allowing me to do what I did to that teddy bear. Come on Despayre…. You know that your lifestyle is a risk, not only for yourself… but those who you love and trust. I already gained my vengeance once upon your bear…. And then upon your partner. The only one that is left is to avenge you Despayre… I always know that I will get my victim down the road… oh the sins that are burning inside my brain is causing me to burn up with fever

Can’t you tell that I’m excited??

Goth closes his eyes as he is enjoying some silence around him for a few moments before speaking out once more.

What is it that I want from this match? The obvious would be the tag team titles… but I want to hurt you guys where it hurts the most. You guys ultimately caused me to lose money… and we all know that the ultimate sin that makes the world spin around is the money that you earn as champions. I’m going to take away the pride, I’m going to take away your dignity and I’m going to leave you a mess. A mental mess, a mess that you could not save your bear.. that you could not save your friend. And I know you think you have avenged those losses, but realize this Despayre.. you need to save yourself. You need to save that what your partner expects you and him to maintain… the championship betls…. What more could I ask for to take away?

Just think about it Despayre… next Monday Night on Insomnia… the show opens up… the fans are expecting a super star match and suddenly a tag title around my waist of the SCW wrestling company… and who is it that will be looked at? Who will be the one that will be judged at for not carrying the load? You Despayre… what more could I ask for? And you know something? This time I’m doing this for free. I’m going to walk into that ring, I’m going to step foot inside the ring with the undefeated tag team and I’ll show the sinning punks that Sins is my game.

One more time, one more time only I will walk out to the ring. One more time I’ll show the world the calibre of the Goth that I’m one son of a bitch to be reckoned with… one more time that I will face guys that expect nothing from me will be shaken until eternal damnation. And why? Because you dropped the ball Despayre… guess walking away from your reality was the biggest mistake that you two have ever done… and I’ll be collecting on the one thing that is important to me… the oen thing that you hold dear to yourself… the SCW tag team championships… isn’t life great to sin???

Goth hears the muffling sound of the girl on the bed, he walks over to her and bends over her and kisses her covered lips. She tries to swing a punch, but she hurts her arm when she tries to do so.

Don’t worry Sean, I won’t make my sinful obsession upon the tag team champions something that makes you have to worry about the man that you will have to tag with. I’m ready to wage war, I’m ready to take another step in my quest for greatness. It’s time that I take the imposters down a step or two and show the world that it’s my time to shine… until then Sean, why don’t you just focus on one thing… make me a tag team champion…. Once more….

With that Goth kisses the girl and walks off as the shot fades to darkness.

 The world is losing it’s mind and I’m loving it. One is chasing hopes and dreams as the other are just merely chasing the fact that their minds are hurting down their pants when they scratch their asses. And I thought that Belgians were bad…. Oh welll.

Goth can be seen in a men’s tailor. Having a suit been measured for him. His face is cold as ice. Not paying any attention to what the tailor is saying, neither to the camera that is walking around him. His eyes are fixed upon the female that accompanied him to the store.

Female: So Goth, I just want to be sure that whomever that hired you will get what he was looking for.

Goth shakes his head in disbelief as he cannot believe that what just been said.

Goth: Seriously? Am I supposed to answer that? I mean, I thought I made it perfectly clear that I would do that what I was asked to do. I have to take out three men, to be sure that someone doesn’t get his hands on his ex boyfriend.

Female: You mean the one person that hired you?

Goth: That’s right, his boyfriend. You know, I am aware that a love triangle is a dangerous thing to be in. But then again, if I see that the team that we are facing has only got one brain. I’m positive that me and my partners will get the job done no matter what.

Goth turns his attention to the tailor as he realizes that he is being asked to extend his arm.

Goth: Furthermore…. Hey!!! Watch out where you stick that needle you prick, or else I’m going to tie you up with the most expensive tie that I can find and shove it down your throat. You don’t know who you are dealing with ass.

Female: Can’t you just save your anger for the ring Goth? It’s about a lot of money, I…,

Goth: He listen missy, you wanted to be sure that I can handle the job? That’s why I took you here and baby sit you while I’m getting a suit fixed for me in the process. I am showing you that I can do more than just one thing without you even realizing it. I am your wettest dream and the biggest fantasy of every man walking this earth who has never had a career in sports to begin with.

I’m asked to stop Wyatt and two surf boys with my tag team partners. Fine, I’ll do that. I know Bobby likes to tear up some jokes as well. So what’s the big issue all of the sudden? Is it my track record? Or is it the fact that I got your wet spot tied up with your crotchless panties?

Female: What the?

Goth: I’ll tell you what, after the show is over. I’ll take you to the place where the surf boys have been. I’m going to teach you how to surf, then I’ll strap you on some ski’s. have you hold a line and be behind my speedboat as I will make you jump over three sharks… if your lucky that is. I mean seriously, you want me to worry about two stoners and a loved one gone crazy? All I care is about the money that I make. And money makes the world go around haven’t you noticed??

Female: Well…,

Goth: Good, you see this?

Goth shows his fists as she shakes her head, saying yes.

Goth: These fists are three dimensional. They can do everything that these stoner heads can’t do. I mean seriously, they don’t share a brain. They share a common bond. They are stoners, they like to wear each other’s underwear. They like to repeat themselves thirty times before realizing that it’s a rerun of Martha Steward. They use sun tan lotion to bake pancakes. And to top it all off… they need to focus on one man on their promo’s while they are facing three. They can’t focus on more than one person at a decennium. So what’s the issue on being worried about the lost sons of Shrek and Donkey?

Female: Well, it’s more about….,

Goth: Oh it is Wyatt? You see, this guy wants someone else. I want to see whether this tailor can make this suit without making me a pincushion. But do I challenge him to a game of darts? Or have him walk on a bed of nails?? NO!!! You see, I can let personal emotions of being dumped passing me. I care about the business. Hey so you got dumped? Big deal. It happened to Monica Lewinsky too when Bill found out she never brushed her teeth after every wet stain on her dress.

Female: What the???

Goth: You see, I am not even sure why I’m even saying this. I’ts a waste of time, it’s just a guy hoping that two guys can equal the ability that me and Bobby have. I mean seriously, the final tag team partner is just an addition of having not to worry about someone being left alone in the locker room on a busy night. It’s all about making money and I know how to do that. So Wyatt, when you are ready and willing to step out of the shadows of your ex girlfriend. Then why don’t you get here and fight us like a man. Oh and one more thing… you’ll fail homeboy.

 I feel like I’m worn out. It’s only a mental thing though, when you allow the thing to get to you. It will make your body react to it in the way it shouldn’t. I know I am close, but then again… I cherish a confrontation with the sleep, the pain and the desire to just take it easy. For once to take it easy… how funny is that??? I close my eyes for a few moments, do you know that feeling when your brain is saying to you to sleep just for a few moments? Just to close your eyes for a few minutes? To give into the temptation of sleep? That’s the beginning of it all, soon you will wake up. Not knowing what it happened at first, realizing that you slept through the entirety of the night… a headache, an attitude as big as California and realizing one thing… you gave into that what you thought you would not give into….

I hear the windows open, someone is entering my room. Why? What have I done to get disturbed in my restless sleep. I’m thinking, so I should be awake. And yet my eyes are closed shut, I’ve been like this for a long time now. Why? Because I feel sleep is for the weak. It’s for those who think their body needs rest and their mind needs to be numb, I could just smoke another cigar in the middle of the night and be ok with it… I can shut off my brain whenever I want to, but where’s the fun in that??

Goth…., wake up….,

Is this woman mental? I’m awake damnit!!! Look I can see me in bed as I stand right in front of …. It?? Oh fuck, it’s another dream damnit!!!

GOTH!!!

Why don’t you just shut up and let me wake up for a moment ok?? Damn, I ain’t a little kid you know. First it is week in and week out I should get some sleep, now it is that I have to get up. What is it woman!!!

My eyes slowly open up, I see the light burning through the eyelids. God it must be in the afternoon. Is it summer already?? Where’s my sunglasses? I need to do this calmly, it’s almost like as if it I am going blind.

Here are your sunglasses, now I hope you get up and won’t be so grumpy.

Grumpy? I’ll be grumpy when I want to. But then again, I’m no grumpy old man. I’m just tired. Wait, did I just think that? Tired? Oh my goodness, I’m getting sane in the brain. Is this what age does for you? You start to think clearly? That would be a first….

I chuckle, I feel like a million bucks being thrown into the economy of Greece, Spain and Portugal all in once. Lost in the mindless cesspool of stupidity. Give the people a finger and your arm will be missing for ages, but I’ll survive. I have to.. I got a match coming up soon and I need to be all dandy… or at least something that looks like it…

Slowly I get up, I must have drunk some strong liquer… I feel my head is about to explode. At least it must have been some good shit. Or else I would not be smiling this way…

Sapphira??

In here, in the sun. I got a cold glass of water for ya… just as long as you can find it that is..

Oh I just love her sense of humour, it always keeps me on track. This woman won’t leave me out of her sights. And why wouldn’t she? I would be a loose cannon, lost in space if it wasn’t for her. Now I just need to realize what front is from my back…. Oh wait, I see something waving… it must be the drapes… I’m there….

Are you finally there hun? You made it in a new record. Now feast up on the glass of cold water, it’s a treat from me to you

I grin as I look at her, her physique is stunning. When I look at her, I realize that with her I don’t want to fall asleep. Beauty in a dangerous outfit, how stunning can you get it? Something I always watching out for, I’m on my toes with this woman. I’m ready to do battle to keep her with me as much as I love to battle inside the ring.

Here you go.

She throws something in front of me, what is this? Oh God, another card for the coming show. I got Frost? A former champion? A man on the rebound? A mysterious masked wrestler, ready to wage war with anyone that gets in his way. 5’7… not big… but I’m sure he won’t be a easy catch.

Who si this Frost??

The first ever Roulette champion Goth.

Roulette? My favourite game, the game of risk. Putting it all on the line, for what? to win it all or to lose it all. At least that’s if you are not a safe betting man…. But I’m sure he isn’t… and so am I…,

How catchy Goth, you are assumingly fully awake now? Why don’t you finish your glass while I will order some food. the usual??

I chuckle, she knows me well. I nod my head as I continue to read on the match.

I’m sure you have heard all the name calling jokes Frost, just like I’ve heard them all about me and my identity… or in the eyes of those the lack off one. I do not look at the obvious, I just want a fight. I know I’ve won some and I’ve lost some. Being close to be facing the world champion, only to lose in the qualifying finals… but that’s behind me… I need to wait for another opportunity… something I’m assuming you want to grab on my expense right?

I’m not born yesterday you know….,

He’ll know, he’s aware I assume that we haven’t been guys who have just started out with the reopening of this federation. That makes it so interesting. I’m sure your agile, I’m sure you like to fly. Great, it has been ages since I’ve competed with the likes of you. Back in the days of the Airborne Division in the GWA… I loved facing smaller guys. Faster guys… standing toe to toe with them in their own game, expecting me to work on them with a ground game. And then suddenly slamming them down with a big time dropkick… ahh yes, those were the days…,

But I know you must be different are you not? You will probably utter that you are nothing that I have ever been in the ring with? That’s what they all say, I expect it almost from everyone. Because let’s face it Frost, aren’t we all a case of being exceptional? I paint my face, you wear a mask. I got tattoos, I assume you like fish??

Fish??

I chuckle, I hear my woman listen into what I’m saying. She always does that, it almost becomes a game of mine to see whether she gets it or not…,

Sometimes I wonder Frost, when will I face someone that is so much like me? That I am facing a guy that knows me better than I know myself. But with you, I will realize that this thought will be kept locked inside a safe for at least another week. Another week of looking forward to that one given day that I will look myself in the eyes…, oh how I just love these catchy phrases.

I just wonder how I will combat you, will I play your game? Will I just wait for a mistake and ground you? There is no denying that grounding a man in the middle of the ring with submission moves is an art that I love to inflict on people. Grounding them, trying to counter the escape route that they got planned for that one particular hold. Putting them into another one that is even more difficult to escape. Breathing down someone’s neck, talking into that person’s ear and see how you will react. I know I’m not an unfamiliar name into the mind games of those who think that there’s more on earth than just that what’s between your ears…..

I assume you mean his brains???

Again I chuckle, I know she is on top of her game. I love it when she does that…. but then again, Its just me pulling strings.

Frustration will be eventually coming… but to just run as the wind is sometimes also very uplifting. Looking as how long I can keep up with someone who is 80 punds or more lighter than me? I know eventually I just need to deliver a big time move and ground you. But just see it as a workout, see it as expanding your horizon for a little bit. I’m not sure if you would start to execute powermoves on a guy twice your size… but hey, it would be fun to see you adapt too.

But in the end it all boils down to one thing Frost, who wants it the most? Who wants to showcase the world that you are the one that wants it the most?

I can tell you that I want it the most, but then again so can you. Words like that are useless, words that explain it works even more. I just want to try my luck… I want to test my fortune in the wheel of fortune that is the roulette. Now I know this isn’t the title match, but it sure would be fun now would it??? Just like Russian roulette. The same routine, but this time you want to avoid the one thing that in normal roulette you want to grasp. To avoid the bullet, to have that sweat pouring down your face and onto your body… to think to yourself did I have enough luck to survive another…. Click???

Oh I just love these moments….,

Click???

Soon the luck will run out… soon you will have to deal with reality… reality that it can be a dark place… a reality of realizing that luck is only temporarily. But will the luck run out this coming show?? Or will you be able to spin that wheel one more time and see whether the bullet or the ball will line up in front of your face… and see whether destiny has turned it’s ugly head…

I’ll spin first Frost… will you be nest???

 Do I feel the need to pity myself? Coming this far and yet having it slip through my fingers at the final moment? Or do I look back with the thought of pride, pride that I could still beat lowlifes in their hopes of achieving something huge in life. But then again, coming second is nothing to me. Coming second is just like finishing last in a New York Marathon and being labelled favourite to win it all. In the end I came up short and I know that in life I cannot have that…..,

In life you know that there are moments of joy and sadness and rage and anger and mixed emotions. But how do you rebound from that? Simple, you shove someone’s face down the mud and shove a shovel down their throats as you are creating a new beginning. Add some manure, watching the flower of that what you try to create blossom in front of you… watching it extract from the blood of the fool that you have crushed with your own bare hands. Because let’s face it. To create a life, you must end another… and I need to end those who dare to come in between the life that I dare to create…., but don’t think I’m starting a flower shop to sell them to your miserable wives….,

The scene opens when Goth can be seen on top of his bed, resting. Having a towel across his face as he is resting. Resting from the show that he has competed in, realizing that he did not fulfil his wishes to become the next number one contender for the world title.

His arms spread across the bed, his muscles are show as we see some marks from the matches he had during the show. Suffering at the hands of two opponents, one he beat and the other he unfortunately lost to.

I know your there.

Goth does not move, he knows that he is not alone and is being filmed for the promo he has to shoot.

I know you are hear to use my words against me, it’s the typical thing that people thrive on. Knowing that their lives is just as meaningless as the rest that I desire in the eyes of pitiful people just like yourself.

Goth does not move a muscle as the camera comes closer to his face, we can see his mouth visible from underneath the towel. Chewing some gum as he continues to talk.

But that’s ok, I guess the world is not always ready to witness a man telling the truth, that he is the greatest of all time. But then again, doesn’t the greatest of all time not lose every now and then? Or am I just a lying son of a bitch?

A chuckle escapes Goth’s mouth as he slowly takes off the towel from his face and stares into the camera.

You know something punk, I’ve been raised in this business to the point where I grew up and understood what was important. At first I wanted to maim, then I wanted to destroy. And then I wanted to take away championship belts, just for the fun of it. I delivered the cross on everyone’s soul. I put the world to shame, so a loss to a guy that is going on to face the champion does not stop me. It does not worry me, it does not end the thought of stepping face to face with him once more and go at it one more time. You see I love a challenge, I love the opportunity to prove the world that I can still do it and most of all… to prove to myself that I can still do it.

Until then bitches, I’ll see you soon….,

 Isn’t it great to outsmart someone? Let alone outsmart two. Man I just love those triple threat matches, I can’t remember how many times I’ve been inside the ring with two other men. But it never gets dull, it never gets old. And to be honest? Outsmarting a Brit and an old familiar foe, it never grows old to be sure.

We open up with Goth sitting in a bar, drinking some beer as he is enjoying some music and some female attention. The Gothic One toasts with a real beauty before he turns around and sees the camera, he starts to grin and motions for the camera to come closer.

Why don’you just sit your ass down here and get to listen to the greatest trash talker in the history of this game. Also a guy that backs it up, sure I have had some setbacks, but don’t we all? But now? Now I’m on top of my game, I’m riding the bull now, the big bull that will get me to a big time victory at whomever that gets in my way. I mean, like anyone wants to get their asses in front of a mad bull, snorting hot air and having vomit running down his teeth. His eyes locked for one thing and one thing only, destruction. Catchy wouldn’t you agree??

Goth chuckles as he takes another sip from his beer and pats the female on her behind as he is enjoying her company.

To the victors go the spoils huh? I mean surely the federation thought to themselves, after watching last week’s show. They must have thought, of whom to put up against Goth this week? Is it a champion? Of course not, seeing I’m in a qualifying match for the big one, like I need to prove my worth. Would it be someone I’ve faced and lost to? Of course not, no Kain, no Despayre, no nothing. No, they figured that after this triple threat that I have been in last week, that Jared deserves a rematch against me. Goodie, another big time beatdown at the hands of the Gothic One. don’t you know how many chances Jared has had in the past? Oh I enjoyed Pryde, I enjoyed the time that I stood across the ring with him. Watching him shake his boots, the man that he could not beat on his own. The man that retired the Pryde World Heavyweight championship. I’m sorry man, but you? You are just another example of a dickhead, that just can’t get enough of the beatings that I will hand you over and over and over again.

But who knows, who knows you may finally find something to prove me wrong. Who knows, I never discount any oppertunity  that destiny will alter from time to time. But you? Oh yes you, you are just another example of how things should not go in life Jared. You were always a follower in life instead of a leader, even when you stabbed the champion in the back. Even when you walked out of the Black army, the army of men that were named Black. I wonder, will Jack Black will be there too?. Even then I made you my bitch. Just like Monday, when I took care of the English Bum and spiked you hard in the canvas. I was hoping to hear some teeth crack, but who knows? What isn’there yet could always happen another time. Seeing I’ve learned to safe the best for last.

The female whispers something in his ear, making Goth chuckle as he kisses her on the mouth and uses the tongue.

I wonder Jared, I wonder what will be next? You will go on a Presidential campaign? Demanding justice to be served against some Dutch mad man? Where you will use the white suits of politics and Democracy to back you into a position that you seemingly can’t lose? Too bad that I said seemingly isn’t it Jared? Because the slogan of Yes We Can has been used before. People get tired of having people repeat the same bullshit over and over again. Just like a Jared Black match. I mean surely you must know you don’t have any charisma? You don’t have any talent, you don’t have any wits and humour. And to top it all off, I’m not surprised if you are just scared shit to get in the ring with me once more, so why don’t you do me a favour big boy? Why don’t you just sit right back, let me do all the talking and who knows? Who freaking knows you may just pick up on something that I say or do.

And you know why?

Goth laughs out loud as he lets the entire bar stop on what they were doing, all eyes are focused on the legendary wrestler.

You see Jared, there will come a time that I like to be frisky. Playing around with those who just love to play.

Goth winks at the female who grins at him

And then there are the moments where I will just put on my game face, where I will turn off the fun mode and get down business. I hope you won’t get any second chance to get back into this title hunt after I’m done with you, because lets be honest for a second. I’m the real deal, I’m the big horse in wrestling. You are just an idiot that likes to ride on other men’s coattail. Getting some of the fun, getting high on other men’s fame. Getting drunk on other men’s problems. While me? I’m causing problems 24/7, I’m high 7 days a week. I’m the very best in wrestling today and you? Well you are just another name on another example of those who just need to be proven one thing. That I’m the best, and you? You are another DDT away from having your face scrapped from the canvas once more. Get used to it punk….. get used it.

 So close, yet so far away. Is this going to be history repeating itself? Or is it merely the moment that will come and that I will finally taste blood once again? I need this moment to come eventually, to drink blood and be the very best that the world has seen. Or else the moment has to come that I need to move on and step away… and guess what? I’m not done by a LONG SHOT!!!

We see Goth preparing himself in the gym, working himself into a big time sweat. He drops the dumbbells and lifts his head towards the camera, we see the sweat dropping to the ground as his eyes tell us a tale. A tale of anger, a tale of wanting revenge. A tale of being upset, mostly upon himself.

And what do you want?? Oh let me guess, you are here to gloat about the second loss in just as much matches huh? Go ahead, laugh… I always come back at someone’s throat and just choke it out like a bad habid.

His eyes are almost bloodshed, his muscles are tensed up to a point where he needs a rest after a gruesome workout. He grabs a Gatorade and drinks from it, we can see him pour it down his throat before throwing away the bottle and wipe the sweat from his face.

Kain, congratulations. You have gone far in my absence from the ring. But you do realize that just like the Sins, I’m not done with you jackass just yet. But I’m here and I’m man enough to admit that you had all the cards on the right place that given night. Use the King’s ways like I did, but trust me you big giant of an idiot. I’m going to be back eventually and I’ll be tearing your face a new one on the next given moment to extract revenge.

He takes his wristband across his face, he stares at his arm. The tattoos wet from his sweat. He licks his arm and tastes the salty taste of his sweat.

I’ve learned a thing or two, the world is tougher and I love every damn second of it. And the other thing is that past records mean shit through the eyes of the present day… the present day of where hell burns you alive when you pass on an opportunity to severely tear off someone’s head off his shoulders.

Goth stares at a mirror, staring at his physique. His eyes are mesmerized with the upper body underneath his sleeveless shirt

So I now got a jackal as my opponent…  one of the hottest rising stars facing a veteran that needs to find his way into this federation. Oh yes, being the new kid, being the guy that people are turning their heads for. Being the one that rises the ranks, as if everything that you are touching turns into gold. Turning it into success… it only seems that I lived that life just a few days ago… I tasted the wealth, I tasted the greed in my mouth. The greed for wanting more, the greed of needing it all and living the life of a GOD….

The life of Goth, the greatest of all time. The man that lives the life of a legend, a man that perhaps is living a history as his life. A history with lots of bloodshed and lots of tears and smiles. Lots of broken bones and lots of injuries, but hey like you… I never complained.. or have you Jackal??

I’m sure you have never doubted that what you did was an insane way to make money haven’t you Jackal? The fame, the glory, the cheers, the women… lots of women. Living the lifestyle of Sex, Drugs and Rock ‘n Roll… to the point that you made it.. and then? Then what?

I’ll tell you what…..

Goth grabs a dumbbell and holds it in his hand. He stares at it before throwing it into the mirror in front of him. Watching the glass burst into a million pieces, falling down on the ground.

Just when you think you have it all, it breaks away and you don’t have any control over it Jackal. It happens, you can’t stop it. You try to fight it, you try to convince yourself that everything will be fine eventually. Going to bed, wondering what has happened, why it happened to you after such a great run. Why you? Not someone else?

Only the greats can manage getting out of slump like that Jackal, that’s why I always survive in the end….

Goth stares at the broken pieces of glass from the mirror, his face can be seen in the pieces as he grins.

Six months I was held back, for six long months I did not have a shot at my world title until I took measures into my own hands. You see Jackal, I was a guy that nobody wanted to have around. I was a guy that nobody thought I could achieve anything. Oh yeah, I was a good mid card wrestler. But none of the big boys wanted to get in my way and why? Because I hurt people, I enjoyed inflicting pain on people. Hell I embarrassed more greats than porn geeks downloading sex on the net… but that’s all how I ended up on the trail back to greatness…..

You get what you deserve is something that always stuck with me. I got what I deserved, because I believed in the day that I would kill the lies. That I would make the people shake in their boots by hearing the one name. I know for a fact that you are not one of them and why would you? I’m just a guy that came back from retirement.. I’m just a guy who used to do things right?

Goth closes his eyes and closes his fists….

I’m not going to tell you about my past anymore, no need for that. I’m going to tell you what the future brings you… it brings pain, it brings suffereing. I intend to wrestle you, I intend to lock you into hold’s that you have never even heard off. And why/ not that because I hate you, not that because I need to show the world that you are a joke. No Jackal, I intend to show the world that I want it. I need it, I want to taste it once again. That one moment that I get my hand raised in victory, telling the others in the back that I just got warmed up. That I’m ready to perform, that I’m here to stay. That I’m the killing entity that I’ve always knew that I would

Trust me

A small chuckle excapes his mouth as he utters the words that was made famous by Jake The Snake Robberts.

Trust me,…, trust me…,

Would you trust a man that would sell his soul to get ahead? The only thing that you could trust is the fact that I intend to hurt you. I intend to make you pass out in the middle of the ring. The fact that I will lock you into the Gothic Dream, that I will feel you struggle between these arms and legs. That I will whisper into your ears to fight the man that you are facing. That you will be the first in a line of many, the many of consequences that will have to deal with the wrath of Goth.

I would not hold it against you if you would tell me that it’s a load of crap. I would have done the same thing if I would be a sane person…. The question that you need to ask is obvious, am I? am I sane? Am I a guy that stares you into the eyes as I say these things? A normal person would just laugh it off and flip off the bird. But then again, others would wonder what my intentions truly would be. But again, do I have other intentions? No, I want to make an example out of you, merely because it has to happen. It must happen, I would not be able to get out of bed knowing that I did not what I told the world I would do… and why?

Ask yourself why…

Ever had that moment in life when someone that you worshipped? That the very person stands in front of you, tells you that do not deserve the same breath that he is inhaling? Ever had that moment in your life that you had to stare into the eyes of death? Ever had that moment where you would wake up in a puddle of your own sweat and realize that your being killed? Mentally killed? Being unable to withstand any pressure? That’s what you are going to be experiencing when I step foot in the ring with you. I’m going to wrestle you, I’m going to breathe down your stinking neck and take away all the glorious experiences that you have gone through as of late…. Only to be realizing that you are living a lie, a nightmare that still has to turn into a wet dream. But realizing that it will never get that far….

I know you have never gone through such a life, to battle for everything that you believe in. I’m going to bring the world of Psychotic realisations upon you. I’m going to enter the gates of hell and who will be closing it behind your back? That’s’right. And it will be a damn shame if you are going to believe in your hype that you will survive. Go back to where you came from hype and come back when I retire on a permanent basis. Because the world is mine to claim. The world is mine to once again have my hands being washed with the blood of the innocence. The world is ready to enjoy my sinful life, the sins that I have in my mind to be brought upon the world and you? You should be thankful that I do to it to you first and not to Despayre, Gabriel and Kain…

Just know this Jackal… the world is ready for the Gothic One.. not for some part time bitch…,

With that Goth turns and the promo comes to an end.

 How to overcome the odds, do you just walk into the hells fire of the expected fury? Oh no of course not. I mean would you sell a Police that is on his diet a donut? Of course YOU DO!!! I mean that’s just purely amusement isn’t it? Do you confront a nun with ultimate shame upon her face as you confront her with her deepest fears? Her weaknesses of the flesh to be revealed before her sinful thoughts?? YOU DO!!! And why? Because I can…. Isn’t it obvious that I’ve been playing the foolish minds for centuries? Hell for years I told the world that I was the King of Kings? Securing victory after victory after shameful defeat for those who dare to prove their truth. It was like I watched Jesus walk the desert once again. Where HE even questioned himself!! I mean seriously, I can look you in the eyes and make you wonder if you are waring pink or black…. It’s all the way I work in this world of doubt and fear!!!!

I was once a little boy, growing up in the world that was not fair. Only to have people of religion tell a different tale, only to have people cover up the mistakes of their fellow man. And for what? Because they were people of the cloth, how to watch the preachers bending down on the weight of this world and devour their life of solitude to become a groping perv?? And yet it was always accepted, why? Because religion needs the sinful life to survive… haven’t you ever wondered what Christians would have been without that snake seducing Eve?

I chuckle, I feel the urge to blast that woman. I feel the urge to tell the need to explain how weak the flesh really is. I feel the urge to explain the seduction of mankind. But then again, would I not do what the world expects from me??

Ever wondered how life would have been without that snake/?



Silence…..


This world needs me, because the humans are too far gone to withstand my seduction. I bring the hatred upon your minds, I bring the seduction upon your eyes.. I bring the lust into your flesh…. I bring the urge to kill every time you squeeze your fist and wonder how in the hell that bitch could walk around still…. Ah yes, I love the predictability of humans.  Just like yours….,

Goth opens his eyes, he stares into the camera as he is grinning from ear to ear. His eyes are determined to stare a hole through someone’s soul as they are darkened with sinister excitement.

I knew I would do it

I knew that I would get to the point of where you would just go ballistic Joshua…..

Goth chuckles as he knows the name of Despayre, rubbing his chin with his hand for a few moments before he goes on to talk.

Joshua, how suitable to grant the name of a follower to you oh dear Despayre. Joshua, a minor name in the Hebrew Bible as he was Moses little cunt. I wonder if Gabriel selected you just to be his little rug? I’m surprised that you allow yourself to be degraded to be someone that only can do one thing with another. A man that only wishes to be around the safety of his “friends”… Joshua… are you insecure about yourself? Or has the deadly sin of anger and hatred gotten to you???

I know what it truly is my friend… you are afraid…,

Afraid to show the world your true self…. Hell you are just merely afraid to show ME the true Joshua. A coward, a lowlife that has no self control. A man that I have watched from the days of the AWA and I cannot say anything else except of being the one that fears me… don’t you agree Joshua??

Another chuckle excapes the mouth of Goth as he picks up a glass of red wine and takes a sip from it.

With this I give you my blood…. Oh man I just love that line. Turning water into wine and have people drink from it. Making them drunk with the hope of being saved into faith, but the only thing that they were doing is just making another mistake. Just like you making the mistake of being so angry towards little o’l me Joshua. I mean seriously, isn’t that what the world warned you about not to become? Hasn’t Gabriel tried to tell you over and over again to shut your mouth? To be quiet and do what HE tells you to do? And you being the mindless idiot, you do as they please… only to please me

Idiot…..,

I once told a leper to get to his feet and grab his stuff and walk… and guess what? He did… he got up and took his stuff and walked. Only to get around the corner and crumble into a piece of junk. And for what? What good did that serve? Nothing, nothing except the fact that I enjoy human suffering. Just like I did when I saw your anger towards me when I assaulted your little friend. Did I hurt you? Did I pull your nerves as blood was boiling and redness was showing in front of your stinking eyes? Tell me little Joshua, how in the hell are you going to solve your little problem towards me? Are you going to resort to violence? Are you going to resort to trickery? Or are you going to just surprise me and use your wit and outwrestle me?

Again, if that’s the case.. once again I would have to call you an idiot….,

The eyes close, his lips grasp the material of the glass as the wine slowly enters his mouth and he starts to drink from the wine. He enjoys the taste as he willingly is allowing himself to savour the moment before putting the glass down and wiping his lips.

You see my friend, I do things with a purpose. I never wanted a tag team match, you know why? Because this is MY WAR. This is MY desire to destroy every piece of your existence by myself. And why would I share? Why would I allow someone else into my desire to crumble you? I would have to share my trust like you do, I would have to tell my desires, I would have to explain my wishes. I would have to find trust in someone else that cannot do what I can… I have no equal Joshua, I do not need a follower like Moses did when he died. You see Joshua tried to lead the Jews to the promised land. But you? HA!! You do not have the ability to stand upon your own two feet. Let alone lead a nation… or even lead yourself to victory against the man that brings the true definition of being a sinner.

The seven deadly sins… come on Joshua, with such a biblical name like yours? I guess the sins of life already treated you well. I wonder, what was it that brought you over Joshua? Was it lust? Was it anger? Greed? Or any other of the sins that you can come up with? Or was it by the fact that you have a stuffed bear fetish that gets your rocks off?

No Joshua, it’s simple…the fact that you are angry is to the point that you thought that you would be having a safe bet. A safe bet for having a match that you like to be in, a tag team match?? Come on!! A true warrior fights his battles on HIS OWN!!! You see I’m a man that stands right before you and tell you like it is, I wanted to face you two idiots in a handicap match. But I guess Gabriel could not bear the fact that he had to watch you suffer? Knowing that an advantage would get to your stinking head and make you a loser that you are!!! Tell me Joshua, how would you have reacted as you saw me staring you both in the eyes and laughed at you? Laughing at adversity? Laughing at against the odds that I would have been against? No, I made the decision to take out Gabriel with a few chair shots. For a former champion I expected MORE from him. I expected a fight, I expected a battle that would have been him standing in that ring and be a champion. But no, he accepted the chair shots and fell down like a deck of cards.  Does that trouble you Joshua?

Goth shakes his head and laughs, clearly enjoying the fact that he is trying to play mind games with the already troubled mind of one Desparye

You see Joshua, when I look at this federation I see faces that I don’t care about. I see faces that ran away or got send away. Faces that are bitter for the single fact that they are no longer a part of the Asylum. Even you have to wonder the one question… what if? What if you two were still there? What if you still had the fun moments with Chris Shipman, battling the Family in the AWA? The moment where I would have crossed your paths like I’m doing right now. But then I thought you wanted it, I thought back then that you were wishing for that altercation to happen. And now? Now you are simply blinded with anger, simply blinded with hatred. Hatred for delivering a low blow to Gabriel. But you see my friend, that’s how I work. That’s how I operate. I do the unexpected, I am the one that gets to be an ass whenever I choose to. Like you would deny the apple that I would present to you under your very own nose. I just wonder…..,

I wonder what is your apple Joshua?

Would you fall down for the weaknesses that is the flesh? I know money wouldn’t get you to succumb to me. You do not value paper money, you do not value the dimes and nickels. You value other stuff. You value the flesh don’t you? The flesh that would tell you to bite it huh big boy? I can see it in your eyes as you are a troubled soul. Troubled as you have no clue for what life has to offer.

Troubled as you realize that you are in MY environment, as YOU ARE IN MY WORLD!! You are now entering my mind, you are entering the mind of a man that has no problems getting insane just like you, the mind of the man that is always calculated and purely awaiting that one moment that would give me the advantage over you. You know it will happen as you are just an idiot. You see, I’m a man that wanted this match, I’m a man that desired to put you in YOUR PLACE!! As a man that is the original sin… what more could you do to destroy me Joshua?

Foolish men have tried before. Foolish men ended up like the cowards that they are… many have tried and they always ended up like Eve… eating the apple of their sinful desires…  I just wonder… what will yours be… Joshua…

Goth laughs out loud as he finally turns his attention back to the camera.

I’m going to beat you Joshua, I’m going to hit you with everything that I got. I’m going to break your hopes and dreams of avenging your little friend. I’m going to enter that ring and wrestle you, then I’m going to vicious destroy you. Only to end up with my hand raised in victory. Tell me Joshua, will you embrace the sin that I put upon you? Like you have any other choice…..

 I know it’s late in the day, but i just love the expense of letting people wait. I know that there a lot of waiters out there, waiting for the one thing that you speak off. To tear off their tongues while writing down everything you say. And then, after you are done. They are going back to their homes and try to figure out what the hell I’m saying… isn’t it funny to see the reality is so simple and yet so difficult??

Oh I wish the words would flow out of their mouths, to have their intensity come out of their eyes as they know that they are already victorious. I mean what more could you want? Or wake up from your bed and realizing that this night is your night without even lacing up your damn boots? Oh I was just hoping that the days were once mine and guess what?

No that would be too easy….,

A sinister laugh can be heard from an office as the camera moves into the office. A figure is sitting down with his boots on top of an expensive desk. He is talking to someone on the phone as he sees the camera approaching him. The figure waves him off, signalling him to buzz off as he is talking on the phone.

Yeah, you just do what I say. I could care less how much this idiot costs. If I tell you that I want to buy his ass, then do it!!!

Phone:…..,

Oh really? If you are having such a difficulty of persuading a talent to join us. Then why don’t you try off by telling your grandmother that I’m cutting you off my salary cap!!!

Goth slams down the phone and laughs to himself before turning his chair to the window. Putting the back of the chair in front of the camera, as he signals the camera to come closer

So your there again? I was wondering when you would show up, I mean I was almost starting to miss out on the great moments that we liked to share together.

The camera comes closer to the man as he is drinking a glass of water and enjoys the moment of silence.

You see, I missed the moments that two or more individuals go out and share their views in life. Their views on this match, their views on what the other is saying. Their views of how stupid or right the other person or persons are, even though they will never admit that I was.?? It’s exciting to see their attempts to make me wonder if I was right or wrong. Am I? am I right? Or am I wrong? The fact of the matter is that I never said I was, I just believe the fact that what is say will come true. But then again, what has past records got to do with the present day???

He takes another sip from his water and puts the glass down as he stares through the window.

What would I wish for Santa? A wrestler would answer the fact that in their debut wrestling match a victory over their opponent and make a name for themselves. To rise to the occasion of becoming a world heavyweight champion. Do I wish to hold the belt from Gabriel? Yeah right, do I wish to destroy Gabriel and take back what he did to me supposedly? What would I take back from a coward that apparently can’t take an owner that wishes to degrade him? You see, I wish a lot of things for the fellow man, but I could care less whether I win or lose.

I know you will say other wise, hell if I were at your position I would tell you to screw it and tell me I am a hypocrite. And yet, the only thing I want is to stare into the eyes of one man and he isn’t you Bloodstone. But I know you already know that don’t you?

You see I listened to your little Christmas parade and for a guy that apparently was so shitfaced to show his true self for me to study. I could sense a man that has a purpose in life. A man that has a mission in hand to showcase himself before the world and before the two men that he is going to be facing. A man that is wanting to prove the world that Goth is out and you are in. how funny, I mean how many times I heard that bullshit before is to the point that I lost count. But hey, go ahead and make fun all you want. The fact of the matter is that I am focused to tear down the world inside the ring and whether I’m thinking about Gabriel, Despayre or even the idiot that is holding the camera. Or the fact that I’m focused upon tearing your legs to oblivion does not really matter my friend. I’m the one out there that knows the outcome of what I want to do inside that ring. To send a message to one man, that I’m here to break him. That I’m here to make him pay for being a coward. Something that you apparently do not have any understanding off…

Goth puts his fingers upon his mouth as he waits a few moments. He is thinking about something to say before grinning to the camera.

I remembered once a wrestler, a long time ago. A wrestler that was a champion. A wrestler that dared to stare into the eyes of adversary and spat in the faces of those who dared to oppose him. You see Bloodstone, that wrestler was me. I never care about anyone out there or what they say about me. I never care about anything that you have accomplished or what you think of me, you see my friend. When it comes to mentality, I’m a man that has his own priorities. Do you know what they are?

My priorities are names that are on this roster, priorities that me as a man is going to confront on my terms. I’m going to tear down through this entire roster, I’m going to send out a message that I’m ready to take down those cowards that left out of my federation… let’s just call it business.

Business Bloodstone, something that in your career you are too incapable of to think about.

His eyes are fixed upon the camera as he continues to speak

You see, these boys left as being a team that wanted to turn the federation around. Standing tall against the tirrany of the evil Goth. The only medicine to these idiots is to beat them down until they beg for mercy, but they left. They ran away as the cowards that they are and if there’s one thing that I can’t stand are cowards. Those who want to oppose me? Those who want to destroy me, those who wish to knock on my door and take my authority down. And I’m a man that is never too shy of a challenge.

Problem is Bloodstone, when you start something with me. You better be ready to finish it. You better be ready to destroy me in the middle of the ring and guess what? I’m here to finish it… I’m here to stare them in the eyes and laugh at them. To tell them that there is no hiding from their destiny. And to start it all off, I’m here to look you in the eyes and see what kind of man you are Bloodstone. You talk a good game I give you that. Apparently you have learned something from sitting little children who scream at your head for a drink… bad jokes aside. You got to understand that I’m here to inflict pain. And whether I’m facing Gabriel, Despayre or someone that just gets thrown in the mix. I don’t care, to anyone that opposes me I’m going to dish out the same punishment that I want to dish out to them. And who knows I may just leave you lying in a bloodied mess… or just simply walk out on you.

But the pain will come, the pain of beating the living shit out of everyone until I get the one man that is hiding from me….. too bad for you that you’re the first and surely not the last.

Farewell bloodstone…  farewell….,