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Final Opportunity part one
The streets of Utrecht, Goth’s home town where he grew up as a young kid. Playing football on the school grounds with his friends all the way to dealing whatever people wanted as a teenager. Memories that give him a mixture of joy and sadness as he stands in front of the area that once was his school ground, but now has turned into a ground in front of a rather large apartment complex. He scowls at the ugliness of it all, but most importantly that it has taken any significant point of reminder of where he used to play.
He had fond memories of Miss Jansen, his first teacher that had seen any promise in him. Whereas others had taken his learning disability as a sign of him being a troublesome student. Nowadays they would send you towards a specialized school, where they give the kids more one on one teaching. Something that would have benefitted him if he was a youngster nowadays, but the wondering thoughts whether his willpower to survive would have stuck with him during this era of time.
He scratches the back of his neck, feeling his hair that he has tied up in a tail tickle the back of his hand. He lets out a sigh as he gives the area of what used to be his old school ground a final look before turning around and walks off. We hear the tapping of his shoes on the tiles underneath him. His long coat sways in the wind while having his hands inside the pockets of his pants, thinking about his best friend Jimmy that lived nearby.
He stops as he looks across the street, realizing that the houses on the other side of the street still look the same. Something that brings a smile upon his face as he remains standing there while continuing to stare.
“Hello sir…,”
Says a child that suddenly stands beside him, causing Goth to snap out of his thoughts when he looks down at the youngster. He assumes that the young boy is not older than a year or seven, making him wonder whether the parents still teach their children not to talk to strangers.
“Hello…, uhm… Your name is??”
Goth raises an eyebrow, amused to the look of purity on the young boys face. Making him remember how innocent his very own son sometimes looks. He slowly kneels in front of the young child, granting him a more of an eye to eye moment as he studies the youngster who is holding a yoyo in his hand. He smiles, remembering how much he had enjoyed playing with these things when he was at the boys age, but his looked so much better than the ones he once had.
“My name is Jimmy Sir…,”
Says the boy in his native language, causing Goth to smile. He still talks Dutch to this very day, but after 20 plus years living in the States has caused him to have an American accent. Even to the point where he has forgotten some Dutch words that caused some hilarious moments between him and Melissa.
“Jimmy huh?? I once had a friend named Jimmy.”
Goth says with a warm smile upon his face, no need to turn into his Goth persona, knowing that this youngster may not even know him. Something that at times could have been a burden to him when travelling around the world that know him primarily as Goth instead of Gerrit van der Krift. Neither identity that assumingly is known to this young kid.
He studies the young kid, noticing the outfit that he is wearing is similar to what he remembered the youth wore when he was at his age many years ago. Causing him to wonder whether poverty has struck certain areas of his beloved Utrecht. A thought that caused a pain to tense up in his chest as he attempts to withhold himself from shedding a tear.
It took him a few moments before turning his attention back to the young child, who looks at him with a puzzled look on his face as he asks Goth if he is alright. Causing him to nod his head as he responds with a smile.
“I used to live here many years ago, but some parts has changed a lot throughout the years.”
The boy politely smiles, making Goth realizing that the neighbourhood has not changed much during his young life.
“I have to go, I promised my friend Gerrit that we would play around.”
Goth smiles as he watches the kid run off, noticing that he is heading towards the same direction that he was heading to. His parents old house was just around the corner, wondering how much it may have changed throughout the years since his parents had moved to a different neighbourhood. But he discards the thought as he feels the wind blow into his face, causing him to close his long coat to protect him from the nasty feeling he is experiencing. Typical weather for early April in the Netherlands, how he had hated wind and rain throughout his youth.
The thought vanishes when he turns the corner, seeing the young boy standing in front of a fence where another boy is standing at on the other side. He watches them for a moment, smiling as it brings back memories from when he was younger. Remembering how different things were when he lived under a protective environment, causing him to grind his teeth at the memory of how he got involved with the wrong type of people.
He turns around, walks away from the laughing boys as his head lowers when thinking back at one of the darkest period in his life. Being caught dealing drugs when he had to prove his worth to the gang that tried to recruit him, being send out of his own home when he was mentally out of control. The memory of his mother crying at the court room when he was sentenced to jail sends chills down his spine, regretting all of the decisions he had made back then as he was so easily influenced by the wrong people.
“How stupid could I have been?”
He hissed through his teeth, not noticing the weird looks from people who were passing him as he walks towards the limo that brought him to this spot. The limo driver stands there waiting for him, already holding the door open for Goth so he can enter the limo as the driver closes the door behind him. Goth puts his hands in front of his face, trying to forget all the painful memories as he inhales deeply.
“Are you alrgith sir??”
Asks the limo driver, Goth groans as he gestures with his hand towards the limo driver to start driving. He mumbles towards the driver to bring him to his hotel after a minute or two, not wanting to discus his emotions as he grabs his phone and sends a message towards his psychiatrist, telling her that there is so much more that he wants to share with her.
He drops the phone beside him, noticing the phone starting to buzz beside him merely a second after. Leaning his head against the head stand of his seat, not wanting to respond to the phone call as tears are starting to flow down his cheeks as he starts to curs at himself through his hands. It takes him several moments before he regains some of his composure as he grabs a handkerchief and wipes the tears from his face, just moments before the limo stops in front of the hotel that he is staying.
“We are there sir, is there anything else I…”
But Goth has already stepped out of the limo, not even listening to the limo driver who cannot finish his sentence. Goth nods his head towards the hotel employee that stands outside while smoking a cigarette. Goth and Melissa have visited this hotel many times before as he enters the lobby and asks for the room key before walking towards the elevator. Still in thoughts as his thoughts travel back towards his first gang fight, remembering how he realized that he had to fight to survive every single day. Remembering how fast the promises of a wealthy life vanished right in front of his eyes, making him realize at a very young age that he had to toughen up real fast.
The door opens as he steps into the hallway, nodding his head to the cleaning lady that approaches him with her cleaning cart. He turns towards the corner and stops at the door as he slides the key into the slot as the door opens. He enters he hotel room, the same room they had stayed in the last few times he remembers. He places his coat across across the chair closest to the dining table as he walks over to the sofa. He drops down and leans back and lets out a long sigh.
“You alright sweetie??”
Asks Melissa as she walks into the hotel room, wrapping her arms across his chest as she kisses his cheek. He closes his eyes and enjoys the attention that his wife is giving him. He feels his body slowly start to become numb as he lets her hands caress his body as he softly whimpers.
“I had some bad memories from my gang time, how much I hurt my mother.”
He turns his face away from Melissa as he feels her arms wrap across his chest, she leans her head against his and gives him soft kisses against his cheek before she finally lets go and walks up to sit beside him. She grabs his hands as she patiently awaits for him to continue.
“I feel ashamed from all that has happened Melissa, ashamed for what I have put my parents through. And yet, I wonder whether I would have been at this point in my career if I had not endured all of his anguish. The fact that I toughened up in the streets as that has helped me during my in ring career. And…”
He stops before turning his attention towards her as he grabs her by the hand and gently squeezes it.
“I wouldn’t have met you…”
Melissa gives him a kind smile while rubbing the back of his hand with hers, gently letting her fingers roam across the skin of the twenty year plus veteran as he leans his head against her shoulder as the two share a moment of silence together.
“I once had been taught by an old teacher of mine that everything happens for a reason.”
Says Melissa suddenly, this causes Goth to look up at her with a serious look on his face. He grabs her hand and opens it in his as he caresses the palm of her hand.
“And I know that in a few weeks in one way or another you will alter the history of Sin City Wrestling.”
He looks into her eyes, noticing the love in her eyes as this brings a smile upon his face as he has forgotten the painful memories in an instant. He wraps his powerful arm around her head and lets her lean into him as he continues to caress her hand.
“I am going to enter that match without any doubt, any regret and accept whatever happens. I know I can beat Finn Whelan and so does he, it makes me want to prove to the world that I am going to do whatever it takes to walk away as the new Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight champion.”
He is silent for a moment, searching for the right words to say before he continues.
“I have been in Sin City Wrestling for over ten years now, I have held the most titles of all the male superstars of this company. I have held every single title that I could have held since my return except for this one.”
Another moment of silence before he turns his attention towards his wife.
“I am going to sweat and bleed, but I am not going to give up. Finn Whelan has to put a gun to my head if he wants to end my quest for that championship belt. I am going to enter this match knowing it could be my very last try, if I do not succeed so be it…. At least I know then that if that happens, that I will walk away with my head up high. Knowing that I will be back, at the side of the Lady Goth…”
The two smile as she grabs his hand and kisses his fingers.
“But that will have to wait for a little bit longer, because I want to see you bring home that championship belt babe.”
The two smile as he kisses her on the lips as the shot slowly fades.
The Final Stand. Rp 1
The shot opens up at one of the stairs that leads to the top of the Dom Tower, the highest tower in the entire city of Utrecht. We see a man walk up the stairs as he is wearing an Armani Suit along with matching black shoes, the shot pans out as we notice it to be Goth. He turns around as he heads over towards the plateau that tourists use to overlook the entire city before climbing all the way to the very top of the tower. Goth walks over towards the edge of the plateau, placing his hands upon the ledge as he leans forward and admires his very own city.
“Isn’t this an amazing sight??”
He says without taking a moment from gazing down upon the many houses and surroundings of the ancient city of Utrecht. Taking in the scenery before he nods his head and turns around. He gazes past the camera crew whom close in towards him as his hands nervously tap across the ledge of the plateau.
“You may ask yourself why in the hell did you go back towards your home town of Utrecht of my home country of the Netherlands? And it’s quite simple, I am taking this journey to come to peace with everything that I have done.”
He turns his face to the right, gazing at the birds that are flying around while brushing some hair from his face that got blown in front of his face.
“Now obviously I am trying to find peace with the most painful memories that I have endured in my life, to come face to face with my mistakes and give it a spot. A spot in my life as it really starts to become a burden. And when I get to that moment when I can sit down with my son, talk about the important things in life without having any regret of what I have done.”
He cocks his head towards the camera and snorts
“I bet that isn’t something that you can relate to is it Finn?? And before you are going to start proclaiming that I am wrong, before you start to spit out every possible memory where you peed your pants from shame… know this that I have gone through everything that I have tried to forget, everything that I am ashamed for and made me realize that I do not deserve to be called a man’s man.”
He takes a deep breath, shakes his head and raises his hand in an apologetic fashion before spreading his arms.
“Look around!! Don’t you feel small when you look around the surroundings of this large city?? A city that has a larger historical importance than many dare to remember. Making me realize that no matter how large my career has been between the wrestling ropes, it is merely a dot in space in comparison to the entire history of pro wrestling today. And yet Finn, that dot is far from being burned out like a candle that has been burning all day long.”
“Perhaps a better comparison is the sun, I’ve always been fascinated with the ongoing stories of how things go in space. How stars like the sun keep entire planets circle around it due to the gravity that prevents them from being sent into space. And I have learned stories of bright shining stars, travelling a distance that blows our mind while the essence of that light has already died off from the core.”
“And I bet you are wondering, why am I telling this?? It’s quite simple Finn, I want to let you know that the light that I am shining hasn’t died off… Even when I did lose to you for that championship belt that you are carrying around your waist.”
He turns his face, letting those words sink in as he smirks before lowering his face towards the uneven stone floor underneath his feet.
“And yet I am willing to put it all on the line, not because I feel like I am close to the end of my career. But it is a realization that made me wake up every single night since you beat me, realizing that I have been granted a final chance to bring home that championship belt, something I am sure that you will tell me whether I actually deserve it. And if that’s the case and you start to believe your own words. Then tell me Finn, who actually deserves a shot at that belt of yours??”
“Then tell me, who in the fucking hell deserves it more than me? Tell me who in this company has done more than me?”
“I will tell you exactly who has done more than me, absolutely nobody in this company deserves it more than me. The man that just upped the stakes even more against my favour and you know why?? Because I love it, because I am confident that I will take home that championship belt.”
He chuckles a little as he inhales for a moment before letting out a sigh.
“I know I have told you the same thing the last time, so go ahead and call me a hypocrite. Call me whatever you want, hell why don’t you throw in the whole bullshit that it is a mistake for me to put my career on the line. Because at this point there is nothing more important for me than that championship belt that you are carrying, the believe that if I cannot wear that by beating you then why in the hell should I be here in the first place?? For another title reign as Internet or Roulette champion?? And I am not saying this to disrespect my brother Vaughn or the current Internet champion, but we both can agree that I am bigger than anything else BUT that damn championship belt of yours”
“I have clawed out of the gutter that was my addiction, I have sworn that I would never divert from the direction to the promised land that I was guaranteed to enter when I had fulfilled my own destiny. My own prophecy Finn, but like everyone else in life that wants to achieve something that I have understood that I had to sink lower than anyone else imaginable!! And that was watching you walk away with that championship belt Finn… Did it ever occur to you that it wasn’t a blessing that you was handed by the official that was hand picked to officiate our match?? Oh no!! it was a curse, it was a lie that you had to wake up from and realize that it that title reign is simply on borrowed time!!”
“So why Goth? Why do you have to give up your entire career?? Because this is Easter to me!! This is me getting up from the dead after three days and overcome the doubt that YOU and everyone else has about me!! Three days, the number three is so important for our final match isn’t it?? The third match between the two of us for a championship belt. The number three of the seconds that either of us has to be on our backs, time that will look like an eternity. But it will be over even faster than you can ask yourself what has happened?”
He scratches his nails deep into the stone edge of what he is leaning against, causing his fingers to turn as pale as imaginable while his gaze is deadlocked upon the camera.
“I applaud you for having become a champion, THE champion of this company. Something that I have done just as much as the numbers won’t lie, but the same thing that tells me about these numbers is that neither of us were able to hold on to that title for long Finn. The one thing that I need to find redemption for as I cannot look back and tell myself that I do not deserve the accolades that I have received, that I do not deserve the respect of those who have watched me and got inspired to be a wrestler because of me!! Hell, I know you won’t admit it. But I know deep down you admire me, even though it will be like a blister that has covered your mouth to utter those words because it will kill you!!”
He closes his eyes and shakes his head in anger.
“I have watched the tape of our first match Finn, when I made you pass out in the middle of the ring when I defended that Internet title. I know for a fact that it had haunted your dreams, it feuled you to win that fight against me and obtain that championship hasn’t it?? But that’s the problem Finn, it is nothing more than a mere fight. Nothing more than a struggle to yourself that you can hang, that you have enough ability to endure everything that I have dished out to you. To believe that you can carry a Damn company across your frail shoulders!! All because you won a fight, so tell me Finn… How many fights have you won?? And more importantly,k how many wars have you won??”
The intensity increases upon the face of Goth as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“And with wars I truly mean having your back against the wall, sensing that there is no way out but go head on against YOUR BIGGEST FEAR??!!! And no Finn, the name Goth isn’t the biggest threat for your world title, the name Goth isn’t the biggest fear that you have to overcome. And why would it be?? In your mind you already crossed my name of your bucket list of competitors that you wanted to beat one on one. But that’s the problem Finn, you aren’t facing Goth!! You aren’t going up against the man they call Goth in a third and final fight!! You are going up against HE who has overcome death and will soon enough spread the Holy Spirit over those who dare to listen!!”
“So tell me Finn, are you listening my friend??”
Strays of hair falls in front of his face as he lowers it for a few moments, he gently pushes his hair back again as he lifts upwards as he visibly breaths out the air inside of his body while trying to contain his anger.
“That’s the problem with people like you Finn, you claim to hear me… But you as sure as hell aren’t listening. You are riding on a title wave and enjoy the life, while deep down inside there is absolutely nothing… And I mean NOTHING that can alter your life like I can. Because I am willing to grant you as long it may take to understand. But understand this Finn, when that first bell has rang and we are standing across each other inside that six sided ring, where I will stand only a few inches away from you as you feel my breath touch your skin. Because that moment will be the decisive moment where I know whether I can be humble towards you as I have realized that my words have effected your soul in one way or another, or the mere fact that I look at you as my own Judas, who sold me out for wealth and riches that ultimately ended up to be his downfall. Or perhaps my very own Peter? Who at our final supper allowed himself to be revealed as the man that would proclaim not to know me three consecutive times!! Only to realize his flaws in his own life when that rooster crowed out loud. A moment that was the darkest moment in his life, only to be the awakening moment for him to understand that he had to change his life and did.”
He smirks.
“Again the number three Finn, again a decisive number that will alter the future of this company and the realization of all these fans that worship you like a false prophet. And no, trust me. I am not jealous of a copycat, hell I will even grant you some encouraging words to tell you that if that’s what you believe in then go ahead and continue upon your path of failure. Because ultimately I will rise my seemingly dead carcass every time that you THINK you have me down. Every single time I will look you in your eyes with a pleading gaze, asking you. No even better, I will beg if this is truly what you want to do!! I will ask and beg you if this is the direction that you wish to have your life and your future to be determined in failure!! Because you are heading towards the same downfall as Alexander Raven, Austin James Mercer… The believe that you are entitled to wear that championship belt!! And I can tell you exactly why you believe it, because you already won it… You proclaim to think that since you won the finals that you have won the war, but you are wrong. You just entered the battlefield of no return, you think you have walked through the valley of the shadows of death and will not fear no evil for You are with me…..”
He cocks his head sideways with an angered look on his face.
“Evil Finn?? Is that what you have overcome? Is your believe in yourself so high that you already put yourself on the highest pedastole of the food chain that is wrestling? Oh no, you won’t even come close until that moment that you have accomplished exactly that what was destined to be ME and J2H… to determine who the very best is. But that’s beyond me now Finn, because you will get the full treatment of what it will be to know what it is like to wrestle the man that has overcome Death.. you will wage war with the man that has never been with you in order for you to fear evil…”
“And if you think that this was all that I have to share, then be warned Finn. I have not even started yet, this is just the beginning of the end of your struggles to win another fight. Because I intend to put my career in YOUR hands and watch you struggle to even come to the conclusion that NOTHING that you can do to permanently stop me. Because nobody can alter what I have in store to take this company to the promised land… Especially not someone that believes he can overcome by winning a fight…. “
With that Goth walks off as the shot fades at the final shot of the Dom Tower of Utrecht, Netherlands.
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Final Opportunity part two
We see Goth and Melissa walk the sandy beaches of Zandvoort as his son is running around with their Labrador while enjoying the sand. Goth’s face is showing a broad smile, enjoying their son and dog having a great time while having his beautiful wife wrap her arms around his muscular arm.
“I’m so happy we came here”
Melissa says as she lays her head against his shoulder while pushing some hair out of her face as she continues to enjoy Goth’s son. Goth agrees as he nods his head and wraps his arm around her and pulls her tighter against him. The two ultimately stop as she wraps her arms around his waist as she looks him in the eyes.
“Maybe we should both just retire from wrestling and start our family here.”
Goth raises an eyebrow, not expecting Melissa saying this as he knew she had a desire to once again compete inside the six sided ring.
“Are you sure?”
He asks before kissing her on the lips, the two pull away from each other as he has that puzzled look on his face that she always thought was so adorable.
“I thought you wanted to get back in the ring?”
She lets out a sigh as he commented upon her statement, leaning her head against his chest as she presses her hand upon his heart as she start to caress it.
“I did, but the last few weeks made me realize that having Gerrit Jr. around all the time has caused my needs to be a parent to grow and….”
She looks away, trying to find the right words to say before she turns her gaze back to the man she loves so much. She smiles as she feels his hand brush her hair, pulling some of it out of her face as he stares deeply into those wonderful eyes.
“I want you to be sure, because I don’t want you to give up all your dreams just because you feel this way now. I mean…”
She places her hand upon his mouth, shushing him to be quiet as she gives him one of the warmest smiles he has ever seen from her. This causes him to melt as he nods his head and wraps his arm around her waist as they start to walk once more while enjoying the view of the long beach and Goth’s son playing with their dog.
“You do realize that you have a problem when I beat Finn Whelan right??”
The two share a small laugh as they continue their walk, they are a quiet for a few moments as Goth’s son shouts at his father to hurry up. Goth acknowledge it by nodding his head as he gives it his best shot to run after the youngster, knowing full well that after enduring so much punishment to his body that his son had the edge on him.
Melissa starts to smile, watching her husband run after his son and dog while the three of them have a good time. She thinks back to her question towards Goth about starting a family as this causes a guilt to come over her, reminding herself how much she enjoyed wrestling and will probably miss it very much eventually.
She turns her head sideways, staring at the small waves of the North Sea as she sees a surfer is being pushed aside by the wind against its sail. She admires the surfer for a few moments, realizing he is taking on an ancient adversary in a few of God’s creation in water and wind.
She remains standing there, wrapping her arms around her waist as she lowers her head, letting out a sigh as she acknowledges that she isn’t sure whether she wants to give up her desire to fight other competitors inside the ring ropes.
“Damnit Gerrit, why do you always have to make things so hard on me??”
She says as she runs a finger past her left eye as she felt a tear emerge, she lets out a deep breath while trying to regain her composure as she looks around as she sees Goth having put his son on top of his shoulders as they are approaching Melissa as Goth Jr. starts to wave towards her as she returns it with one of her own. The sight causes her desire to have a family with the three of them if Goth would ultimately retire.
“But I don’t want you to retire Gerrit”
She whispers softly before Goth comes gets face to face with her, planting a kiss on her mouth before telling Melissa and his son that he has booked a restaurant for them to eat at near the beach. Causing them to react in an excited cheer before turning to continue their walk, yet the doubt continues to roam her mind as the shot slowly fades.
A few moments later we see Goth and Melissa as well as his son seated at a restaurant enjoying their food while their dog has been brought towards his mother at their holiday house.
“This is great dad, I wish we could do this every single day!!”
His son utters quite happily, causing both Goth and Melissa to smile towards him as Goth puts his hand on top of his head and starts to run it through his hair.
“Hey!! Cut that out!!!”
The three of them share a laugh as Melissa excuses herself as she needs to head to the ladies room, rising up from her seat as she walks over towards the toilets as she opens the door and turns her direction towards the toilets, but decides to walk over towards the mirror and check her makeup.
“Maybe I should convince Gerrit to take his son to live with us in Manhattan, then he can continue to compete in the ring and I can still consider whether I want to return to the ring… Or….”
Her thoughts travel off as she sees someone walk in, the two ladies nod their head politely towards each other as the other woman opens the door towards the toilet before closing it again. Melissa sighs, places her hands upon the sink and looks at herself. The uncertainty about what will be their future after this coming weekend has caused her to second guess herself. She witnessed the return of her close friend Kat, cheering her on from behind the curtain as she competed inside the ring as if she had never left the sport in it’s entirety. And yet it caused her to want to run out and kick the ass of every Bombshell competitor that was booked on that weeks card.
“I know I still have it.”
She chuckles as she decides to turn her attention to one of the toilets as she enters for a few moments before returning again in order for her to wash her hands. The cold water splashes upon her hand before she starts to soap her hands and then washes it off before drying them. Through the entire time she could not help but gaze back into the mirror, admiring herself as that causes her to bring a smile upon her face.
“I bet some of the girls out there had let out a sigh of relief when I went on a break.”
That is followed by her closing her eyes and lets out a sigh, she had to admit she had missed the war she had with the ladies. She had enjoyed winning the title belts and sharing her success with the man that willingly put himself second for her to succeed. The thought causes that familiar feeling start to grow inside of her.
“I do not want to retire as well…. And yet…”
The sight of her and Goth with his son causes a different feeling start to combat the passion of her wanting to compete once more. This causes frustration to come over her as she is about to spin around and execute a spinning backfist, only to look into the puzzled look of a young woman that just entered through the door as the two women stare at each other in utter silence.
Melissa apologizes towards the woman as she walks past her, ignoring the puzzled look that the young woman had on her face as she walks over towards the table where she had left Goth and his son.
“Where have you been all this time??”
Goth asks with a smile upon his face as he puts some food to his mouth as he winks towards his wife as she sits down.
“I nearly punched some poor girl’s lights out.”
Goth raises an eyebrow, only to have his son beat him to the punch as he reacts excitedly to Melissa’s comment.
“Way to go Melissa!!!”
Melissa blushes a bit before turning her attention towards the plate that had been brought to the table in her absence.
“I guess I better start wearing head gear again.”
Causes Goth to say with a big time smile upon his face as Melissa growls at him playfully before punching him in the shoulder.
“Why don’t you finish eating Mister!!”
Melissa says as the two smile before they return their dinner, only for Goth to place his left hand upon the right of Melissa after he has finished his dinner. The two lock eyes without saying a word, but deep down inside the two already know what they want to do. The moment gets broken when the waiter approaches them and asked if they had enjoyed their dinner and whether they wish to have a desert.
“I want a sorbet!!!”
Says Goth’s son with an excited tone as this causes Goth to roll his eyes and lifts his hands up in surrender.
“Alright, alright. I give in…”
Melissa puts a napkin towards her mouth as she hides a giggle, they accept the desert menu as they take a few moments before deciding that all three of them want the same. Melissa watches the waiter leave before turning her attention back towards Goth who gives her a knowing nod with the head.
“What??”
She asks him as he shakes his head before taking a sip from a cup of coffee before turning his attention towards her.
“There was something that I wanted to save for tomorrow, but seeing how much fun we are heaving today I realize I can spoil the surprise right now.”
He winks towards Melissa before turning his attention towards his son.
“Gerrit, how would you feel about moving to Manhattan with us and stay with us permanently??”
The shock on his son’s face quickly changes to a verry happy one as he lets out a scream of excitement. He then jumps into his father’s arms as the two hug each other, making Melissa smile happily.
“I guess everyone can follow their dream so it seems.”
Melissa says as she and Goth stare at each other and smile as the shot fades.
The Final Stand. Rp 2
“The power of what you believe”
A sentence that is being written down upon a chalkboard inside a university classroom where we see Goth stand in front of it, wearing a black Armani suit with his arms behind his back. He gazes at the chalkboard, studying the sentence that he had written down before finally letting out a sigh as he turns his face sideways and acknowledges the camera crew with a smile.
“If you had told me back in the day that I would be standing here, my countries biggest university I would have told you that you are insane.”
He returns his focus back upon the chalkboard once more, the lines of his mouth slowly widens as he lets out a satisfied smile.
“I was a foolish youngster, easily manipulated by the promises from the wrong people. Believing that they had the best of interest with me, only ultimately realizing that I was just another pawn upon their chessboard of a crime syndicate.”
A moment of silence comes over him as his face hardens when he refers to the painful memories of his youth.
“I guess the promises of wealth and riches is too much for a young and poor teenager to resist, promises that ultimately sucked me deeper and deeper into shit. And who did I blame for all the problems that I got myself into??”
He cocks his head sideways, staring back towards the camera as he smirks.
“Indeed, I blamed everyone but myself. I guess that’s what people do don’t they?? Point a finger towards another, blinded by stupidity and never look at themselves for a moment whether they were wrong or have made a mistake. Yet, we are always right when someone else fails, never learning from the mistakes of others. How typical isn’t it??”
“So you may ask yourself why Goth? Why are you saying this? Well isn’t it obvious? Isn’t it ironic that our beloved world heavyweight champion tried to educate me?? The man who proclaimed to have his own prophecy… His own believes and even daring to educate me….”
He raises an eyebrow as he walks over towards the chalkboard, places both of his hands across the board as he scratches his fingernails across the fabric that causes a loud sound to be heard that sends chills down his spine. He finally stops after a few moments, turning to walk towards the first desk in front of him as he places his hands upon it and stares into the camera.
“You had a lot to say Finn, I was rather entertained by the Peacock references that you had made. And yet I cannot help but wonder whether you truly believe to have the significance all being directed towards me, yet instead I cannot help but smile at the similarity between that animal and the nature of our beloved World Heavyweight Champion. Because lets face it Finn, aren’t we all walking to the beat of our drum??”
He shakes his head as he hisses softly before taking a seat upon the desk in front of him, loosening the buttons of his jacket as he places his hands across his left knee and stares at the chalk board and the sentence that he had written down earlier.
“But I guess it’s all a matter whether you believe something or not isn’t it?? Whether you wish to acknowledge someone else’s words, how you wish to acknowledge my words and then decide to do whatever you wish with it. Can I alter your opinion Finn? Can I make you a believer??”
“It’s all a matter whether you wish to believe me Finn, I cannot force you to accept me…. All I can do is try and convince you that there is only one way…. And that way is straight through me.”
He closes his eyes, inhales deeply as he takes in the sent of the room. He lets out a soft laugh as he places his hands to either side of his body as he leans back a little before getting back to his feet and readjusts his jacket.
“Now I applaud you for your futile attempts to rattle my brains over a few meaningless questions Finn. Quite honestly, I wonder where in your ultimate wisdom do you ever assume I have either taken you or any other opponent in my twenty year plus career lightly?? Underestimating your opponent is the worst thing that you can do inside those ropes. But I understand why you took it that way, because you have witnessed firsthand the aura of invincibility that oozes down my body every time that I step through those three ropes and stare down any of my opponents. Puzzling your brain over the fact that you have beaten me for the first time in a one on one confrontation, because lets be honest Finn. You only gained a victory over me on paper when Chronic Chris Page thwarted my chance to stop you from securing a victory. But alas, a win is a win and I will grant you that as a man…”
“You see Finn, you can say all you want. No matter whether you are right or not, it doesn’t matter. Because deep down inside there is only one truth in life, that is MY word against any out there who wants to differentiate themselves from me…. Why? Isn’t it obvious Finn?? People want to believe without truly want to acknowledge the TRUTH when it stares them down face to face. There is no other way for me Finn, I am blessed with the burden of taking your sinful thoughts and deeds upon my shoulders just like I did with Austin James Mercer, just like I did with Alexander Raven, Hell I even am willing to throw in the name of Justin that I have faced on the last possible Climax Control… Because indeed Finn, it will be my final match when you manage to beat me one more time. I may have left this company a few times before, but never on my own terms that satisfied ME instead of the fans or management that have their own personal opinions of who they wish to have their strings pulled as the puppet masters they attempt to be.”
“You see Finn, it’s quite simple. There is nobody in this company that could fill my shoes as being your first title defence. There is not a damn soul that walks through those curtains and enters that arena that KNOWS that all of their attention is fixed upon that one person like I can…. Like I will on YOUR first title defence. So whether you are actually disappointed on the fact that nobody stepped up to the plate is nothing more than an excuse isn’t it??”
“And yet obviously you will tell me that I am merely an arrogant ass, you will tell me that I am a liar and will seek another excuse for why I should have another shot at that damn title. A title that in three plus years since my return I have only had one opportunity for before our Tournament finals Finn. Again, another weak example of trying to find an excuse to rattle my brain in the hope that I will lose my cool and show my “True Nature??” I guess you have at least tried, something that I have not seen from others that I have faced before and you know it.”
He slowly takes off his jacket as he carefully places it upon the desk before him after having turned around and starts to unbutton the sleeves of his buttoned down shirt.
“I guess you have not paid too much attention to what I truly said Finn, I guess your you only remember that what you wish to remember. A flaw in God’s creation that I should forgive while moving on right?? God sent his only given son to die upon the cross, to have people spat on him and make fun of him while HE only said to forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.”
“Isn’t that love Finn? Isn’t that a willing sacrifice that HE accepted to do even though you could ask yourself whether he should have done so? A willing sacrifice that I intend to put upon not only myself, but you as well Finn. The sacrifice that I am willing to retire IF I am unable to beat you Finn. Career vs. Title Finn… Because you have to understand that I wish to win that championship belt away from you for a final time, even though my career has been a satisfying one even if you look past Sin City Wrestling. Something that you can only dream about… And yet Finn, I want more. I am to the point of seriously NO return as I have already put my signature under the dotted line, having told to both Christian Underwood and Mark Ward that I will retire from Pro Wrestling the moment that I lose my next match. And I want you to look me in the eyes and understand something perfectly clear.”
The camera zooms in on Goth as he starts to unbutton every single button of his buttoned down shirt until his chest is visible.
“You ask me all these questions, because you don’t understand why I put myself into the position that you should be at. Not understanding why someone who lost still believes that ultimately I am the victor in everything…. It confuses you to the point that you scratch your brain while reminding the world what I have said about you…. About your chances of winning that title… And I will not change anything that I have said about you Finn, not even though I have congratulated you for winning that championship the last time we faced. And you know why Finn??”
“Because I am on that path that has been set in stone since day one, you may mock me for telling the world that I come back stronger, faster and whatever frustrated words that you could find inside that miserable brain of yours. I cannot change the direction that I am heading, the trail that must bring me to that championship belt that you are holding. Making it obvious that I am not having an ounce of doubt inside my brain whether I can beat you. Because history has already shown that can and isn’t that enough Finn??”
“But I will play along, I will show emotions beyond my reach and tell the world how much I dread to wake up on the day of the show when I step foot inside that ring. To step foot inside that ring for the very last time, have fake tears run down my cheeks as I desperately try to grab hold of final straw that will give me hope to overcome the odds that are seemingly impossible to overcome.”
“Wouldn’t that be something Finn? Wouldn’t that make people start to wonder? Will that create some internet buzz across the world, where some of my old wrestling matches will become viral in the mere assumption that after this coming weekend it may all be over for me?? No more Goth in Sin City Wrestling?”
He smirks as he shakes his head
“You see how easily people are influenced Finn? Because it’s all that they wish to believe, it’s all that they take from a few simple words and doubt start to creep down their heads. Because in their minds there is two options, I either win or lose… And that’s the difference between me, them and you Finn. Like I have said before, you can win the fight but I will always win the war. Because I have been a survivor since my teens Finn, I have survived no matter what people threw at me or told me. And guess what? You are just another example of what I have been fighting against to change their minds since my fucking teens.”
Goth points towards the board while remaining focused upon the camera.
“Do you know why I wrote that Finn?? I wrote that because you attempted to educate the world about people like me, how ironic to see someone like you comparing me with others similar to me. There’s nobody in this world that is like me, nobody can even come close!! So the mere fact that you are dropping your Oprah imitation because you read a book before the camera’s started running and the little bitches out there will nod to each and every word that you utter as if they are eating some fucking popcorn. And all I have to say about that Finn, don’t pretend to be anything that you are not. Keep it relevant, keep it to the point that none of us figure out that you are nothing more than a pretender.”
“And I’m not talking about the Prophecy, using it as an innuendo instead of truly believing it. But that’s alright Finn, because you are pretending to know something about a prophecy just like you pretend to know what it is like to be a World Heavyweight Champion.”
He hisses between his teeth as he lets out a sigh before running his hand through his hair before he turns his attention back to the camera.
“You pretend to pride yourself to wear that belt and be a champion like a Ben Jordan, like a J2H, like a Fenris.. Hell even like ME!! But pretending only get you this far in this business Finn, because you start to believe your own bullshit that you alter to adapt to anyone else. While when you talk about me, I am the one that acts like a champion 24/7 365 days a year. And I don’t care whether you don’t believe me, I don’t care whether you come up with arguments that I am a hypocrite or anything else. Because that’s who I am, that’s how I have lived as a pro wrestler over 20 years… And that’s why I believe that I will beat you like I did the last time. And just because you won the battle, does not mean that you are going to grab that flag and raise it in the air in victory over me.”
“So in that aspect Finn, I am going to school you this coming Sunday. I am going to educate you in what it is like to face a man that you proclaim to be desperate, while I am just thirsty for that crown one last time before I head to the sunset and look down upon the world with a warming smile. A smile because I have left behind a legacy that people like you need to fight for so much more and wake up every single morning with the realization that you can’t. And that’s something that you have to live with for the rest of your stinking life.”
“So what does that mean? It means that you can try and look to the past, but nothing from the past prepares yourself for the present and the future. And what does the present and future bring you?? A retention?? Or to look up when my arm is being raised in the air as YOUR next SCW world heavyweight champion. And that’s when your believe fails you Finn, that’s when your hopes will fail you. Because you can deny me, you can ignore me… And you sure as hell can quote all the past things that I have said, but I tell you like it is Finn Whelan. I will obtain that world heavyweight championship, or walk off and retire. But no matter what happens, I will walk off as a champion that I have stated a few moments ago. Something that cannot be copied by merely pretending. So enjoy your championship belt for now, because The Messiah of Pain is coming…”
He grabs the camera and palms it as the shot fades.