The shot opens at the same house that we have been at last week where Goth had been seated on a bench at the porch up front, there we notice the former multi champion once more while seated with a bottle of whiskey in his hands, he is staring at the built of the swimming pool in the middle of the many acres that is ahead of him. A swimming pool that he has been wanting ever since the talks had been made about moving out of the busy life of Las Vegas and heading into the desert. Goth takes a sip from the bottle of Whiskey and shows a look on his face that reveals that the taste clearly had hit a bad spot.
“Its been so long since I have drank from this, I nearly have forgotten how it tastes.”
He lets out a few coughs, placing the bottle upon the floor next to his right shoe. He turns towards the men that are working on the swimming pool as it made him nod in approval. Yesterday the foreman had told him that it would be a matter of days before they had completely built the swimming pool to the wishes of the former world champion. Making sure that there is enough space for him to swim laps, as well as the capability of holding swim parties as well as enjoying a BBQ while enjoying the coolness of the water. He had always been a fan of the water, it helped him to maintain his flexibility throughout the majority of his career. But now he knew that it wouldn’t last forever as he slowly gets up and walks inside the house.
There we see Goth enter the living room, a large area where we see a large sofa in the corner that he falls onto. Placing the bottle of Whiskey on the table next to him and looks around, we see Melissa on the phone on the other end of the room as she is talking to Kat Jones in trying to get her to join them. Goth sighs as he closes his eyes for a few moments before suddenly getting awoken by the sound of his cell phone as he has received a text message.
“This better be good.”
Goth grabs the phone and checks the message, causing him to slowly sport a grin on his face before putting the cell phone back into his pants. He looks back at Melissa, who just ended her phone call and is walking towards him before kissing him on the forehead.
“Kat says hello, she is looking forward to visit us soon.”
This causes Goth to smile, he had not spoken to Kat in a very long time since her rehab afte the injury. She had been a instrumental piece to the group as well as a big sister to Melissa, assisting her into the start of her career. Teaching the way inside the six sided ring and had stretched her several times, that thought had caused Goth to chuckle.
“What’s so funny??”
Goth looks up, noticing that Melissa had walked over to her own spot where she had been sitting a few moments ago. Causing him to showcase the patented smile that had been synonymous throughout his career.
“I just thought back to the first time that Kat stretched you.”
Melissa rolls her eyes before scowling back at Goth, she did not enjoy to be reminded of these situations. Even though she realizes that it had only helped her to become the wrestler that she is right now, she had to admit that she had been missing those moments with her friend.
“I should have known that you are just this predictable Gerrit, I guess you are entitled to your little moment of fun.”
Goth nods his head, he grabs his cell phone once more as he looks at the text message that he had received a few moments ago.
“Anything new??”
Goth’s smirk widens as he nods his head before sending a message back to the recipient that had texted him earlier before putting it on the sofa next to him.
“You could say that, my special item that I had asked to be made to surprise Bill Barnhart will be delivered tomorrow right on schedule.”
He says with a huge smile upon his face, he had been hinting something towards Bill Barnhart the other day about him going into another transformation for his match against his former best friend. The words best friend remain stuck in his head as the smile slowly turn into a look of distain towards the Roulette champion Bill Barnhart.
“I don’t know whether I want to know about that special item Gerrit, but that look on your face tells me that it is not going to be fun.”
“Depends on whether you are the recipient of the special treatment that I got planned, or whether you are the one that will deliver the final blow.”
Melissa sighs as she gets up from her seat and walks over towards Goth, planting a soft kiss on his lips and winks at him before leaving the room.
“Just make sure that you don’t forget about me sweetie.”
She wiggles her hips in a teasing way before walking out of the room giggling, causing Goth to smile as he loves to be teased. He thinks about what she had said for a few moments before shrugging his shoulders and leans back against the sofa. He closes his eyes and enjoys the cold air from the wall ventilator above him. The coolness causes him to slowly fall asleep
“DAMNIT BILL!! NOT THAT DOG AGAIN!!!!”
We are many years back, where Goth is getting up from his leather desk chair and leans his hands on his office desk while looking angrily towards the other individual that is in the room with him in Bill Barnhart.
“I will take care of it Gerrit, you won’t even notice the smell from Iris.”
Bill immediately grabs some paper napkins from the box that is on the corner of Goth’s office desk, carefully enveloping the rather large droppings from his English Bulldog, who is running around very exited as she has been freed from the rather large poo that had been troubling her. Running around the office, almost tripping the owner of the AWA as he is about to step around his office desk. This causes him to fall back into his office chair, that rolls towards the water boiler with Goth. The impact of the chair hitting the button to allow water to run down to your cup or bottle, dripping down the chair as this forces Goth to jump up from the chair.
“What the f***!!! Oh great!!! Now that dog caused me to have a wet chair!! Damnit Bill!! Why can’t you keep that dog at home??!!!!”
Bill quickly grabs Iris after she had jumped in his arms as she had gotten scared by another tirade from Goth. She nervously starts to lick away at the face of Bill, as he starts to reason with Goth.
“It was my own fault Gerrit, I had forgotten to take her outside. I’m sorry, I….”
Bill has wrapped his arms around his English Bulldog, trying to protect Iris from the “Evil” owner that is Goth. Who Bill knew, actually was very fond of Iris. He just hated it when the dog went to poo in his office every time that the poor animal took a dump on his expensive carpets. Goth had grabbed the handkerchiefs that Bill had used a few moments ago before catching Iris.
“Oh…. God…. No...., what hae I done???”
Goth stands silent for a few moments as his fingers had wrapped around the napkins and his hand had automatically squeezed it. This causes some of the poo to come out of the napkins and besmirches his entire hand as the smell of Iris her dogpoo fills the room rather quickly.
“I’m about to…”
Goth quickly runs towards his office bathroom, throwing the napkins away inside the nearest toilet that he could find before flushing the entire substance. He then quickly turns towards the water basin and is about to turn on the water, but the smell gotten to him too quickly as he starts to throw up in the water basin. We can see Bill stand in the door entrance of the office bathroom while holding on to Iris, who is breathing heavily but seemingly happy as she is wiggling her tail rather fast.
“You are right Iris, I think it is best that we leave him alone and clean up the mess before we get accused of so much more.”
Bill turns around as he and his dog are walking out of the office as Goth is still vomiting inside his office bathroom
“Oh fuck, these dreams need to stop.”
Says Goth as he just reopened his eyes and notices that several hours have pst since the moment that he had closed his eyes. Instinctively he smells his hand, letting out a sigh of relief that it didn’t smelled anything remotely to the dog poo in his dream.
“I need to get rid of Bill Barnhart.”
Goth says with a sigh before walking off as the shot slowly fades.
The following day.
We see Goth seated upon the bench upon the porch of the house that the Saviors had bought, overlooking the development of the land as well as everything else that is being built. He is holding a package across his lap as he is smiling from ear to ear. We see Goth to be shirtless for the very first time since recording from this area, seated just underneath the shade to hide him from being burned.
“Welcome you all, welcome to a very special moment in the year of YOUR Lord 2023. A year where we all make resolutions of how we want to change our lives, yet after a few failed attempts just simply forget.”
Goth taps on the box that he has on top of his lap, it is a brown box with a seemingly royal stamp attached to it on the top lid. His fingers are caressing the soft fabric while remain focused upon the camera.
“But thankfully for yours truly and not so much for my old friend Bill Barnhart. I am planning to keep my promises, starting with the first show in 2023 for Sin City Wrestling. And I can all hear you ask me, what could that possibly be that we have not yet heard before Goth?? Now you must understand that I do not have any control over the decision making of the remainder of the entire Sin City Wrestling roster, except that of my dear beloved fiancé of course. But I do have the ability to alter that of mine and in perhaps a lesser degree of those who I will be facing this year.”
“You see, I have vowed to marry my fiancé this year, therefore when that moment comes I will retire as soon as I have accomplished all of my goals before I push that wedding ring on her finger… and become the most dark and dastardly manager for that I could have ever been, but before that happens… I need to educate the world exactly WHAT they will be missing when I truly set my sights on sitting on the wayside of that six sided ring.”
He takes a moment to let his words sink in while smiling a dark and sickening smile.
“First of all, we all have already seen what I have been capable of reviving the “good side” of me, but like everything else in life… sometimes a change is good to keep you all on the tips of your toes, so I decided to revive an old friend….”
Goth taps his fingers upon the brown box in front of him on his lap before closing his eyes for a few moments.
“And before you are all considering me hiring a goon to do my bidding, you must understand that I have no desired plans to go soft and weak upon you… Like my physique would tell you otherwise, because then all of you are not only fools, but blinded with your own stupidity as well. No, I am referring to a symbol of sorts, a symbol of elegqance, danger and most importantly… Sheer and Utter power, a symbol that has not failed me on so many different occasions of my choosing…. That I have wished to bestow upon you all an educational life lesson hat YOU must never forget. Something that I am sure will make Bill shake down to his pink white boots at the mere sight of it all…. But please William, a name I know that you do not wish to be referred to isn’t it Bill?? But perhaps you should seek refuge in knowing that this decision would have been made no matter what you would have said or done William… but be rejoiced to know that you are the first in line of many others that will…. And shall…. Bow down to me. And not out of RESPECT for the King, the King of Kings… But out of fear of the…..”
Goth suddenly stops, places a finger upon his mouth as he shakes his head no, not wanting to reveal the secret that he has in mind.
“That was a close call, my mom always told me that if you want to reveal a secret then try to stretch it out as far as possible. I almost tend to ignore a life lesson that has treated me well over the span of 20 years in the business Bill. A career that YOU have been capable of witness first hand of what I could do inside that four or six sided ring, to whomever it was and whenever I felt like it.”
“Now I have to admit that sometimes you make valid points Bill, yes, I am willing to give you your props my old friend. It’s no use for me to be as blind as rookie, that has not tasted canvas in the ways as I have and in the amount of times that I had to get up from that seemingly impossible situation. And all you can refer is to one simple coincidental example???”
Goth shakes his head as his face is showing a disappointed look
“To be honest Bill, I do not know whether I should just feed you to the maggots or watch your carcass being hit by several cars in order to let you end up as a forgotten animal on the side of the road in the desert towards Las Vegas, Nevada. Because you think you are a house hold name once more since joining Sin City Wrestling?? How much gratitude and pride did you swallow to take on low card bookings on companies who didn’t cared about you?? Huh?? Tell me Bill, did Vinnie ever grant you a royal welcome at Madison Square Garden?? No Bill, you tried to hide in obscurity. And not because you were too proud to beg, but you were just too scared to face me inside that same ring. A ring that I have allowed you to be in at the same time since we both agreed to contractual stipulations that benefit us both, yet you never asked yourself why I never challenged you Bill?? Huh??”
Goth slowly pulls on a red ribbon on the box and unties it, the ribbon falls across his legs as he slowly pulls down the lid and looks inside sporting a smile
“Perfect, this replica looks even better than the original.”
Goth quickly extends a hand in order to stop the camera from looking inside the box.
“Now, we cannot have some lowlife fools ruin the surprise for Bill now can we?? Please show some restrain some patience and who knows... I may allow you to even touch it after the camera’s has stopped rolling… But back to you William. I hae understand your ego has become so bloated over the past few years since joining the company, I have to admit that your runs as Roulette champion has been nothing more than spectacular. But is that all you want to be remembered by Bill? An afterthought?? A prop to be ridiculed at by some talentless hacks?? I mean, you even caused some of the younger stars to dislike you in Milo and Carter?? Such a shame William. I mean seriously, look at someone like Finn Whelan, how long wasn’t it that you and him fought over this same belt?? The guy is a former world champion by now… and you?? Well I guess that’s what dumplings and Scooby snacks does to the brain kids… you end up to be a full blown Bill Barnhart. God forbid that I have to have a full blown day job nursing little kids to maturity after watching YOU Bill. Such a shame to a potential that I saw back in AWA… but I guess I was too harsh upon you huh Bill? I guess I ruined our friendship with my alcohol abuse, I guess I am the one that has done all that was wrong… and you know what Bill?? You are right..”
The revelation from Goth causes him to suddenly stare into the camera with a serious look on his face.
“And it has been a burden that I accepted to live with ever since Bill, that’s why I allowed you to walk around… that’s why I never challenged you, because I respected YOU too much. I have had tearful nights, begging to being able to change it all… knowing you wouldn’t accept my apology… and to understand the reasoning why… but you see Bill, that all is going to end this Sunday.”
Goth reaches down inside the box and pulls out a walking cane, a dark brown wooden stick with a golden skull on top and an iron point at the end of it. His eyes are glued to the skull as he sports a sickening smile as if he is in a certain trance.
“You wanted to talk about our history together Bill?? Does this ring a bell? Does this remind you of the sinister deeds that I have done to people like my own brother Fang, to people like the Gravediggers, people like Despayre and his little teddy bear Angel… I know, something that cost me a lot of popularity points… but it still made people WATCH!! And you Bill? You were being groomed to be just like me, to one day take over as I could sit back and realize that everything was in good hands Bill. I made you a grand slam champion how many times over again?? Did you actually achieve that goal anywhere else I ask myself?? Tell me Bill, enlighten me?? Wow me with your rambling mouth in the speed that your dogs farts cannot keep up with you. Tell me Bill TELL ME!!!!”
“And that’s the whole issue isn’t it Bill?? There is nothing to be told, there is nothing that can be said that would make things look oh so much better. Because you have got absolutely NOTHING without me!!! Those title reigns you have had, the record you once could have broken… all because I valued other things more important than challenging you Bill. Just realize that before you go out and spew lies about me mixed up with reality. That my friend is a deadly dose of being incapable of acknowledging the threat that is staring you straight into your eyes. The threat of the Gothfather, the threat of the man that will whack some sense into you… or pop a hole right above your watchful eyes. Whatever it will take Bill, I will silence you, I will for once and for all allow you to show gratitude for me to set the record straight, finally putting YOU in YOUR place for the benefit of all that is good and all that is sacred in this world”
Goth takes a moment to reconsider his thoughts before pushing some of his hair back out of his face, he stares at the cane that he had ordered a while ago and remembers all the things that he had done to so many wrestlers as the Gothfather.
“This year is going to be my final year in wrestling Bill, just imagine the emptiness that I will leave behind when I close the doors of an arena for the final time. That I have hung up my wrestling boots for the final time and take pride in managing Melissa to heights that only a few can reach Bill. Just imagine the thought that this is the very first and probably last time that you got a chance to go one on one with me… and beat me. And I can tell the world the very obvious, the words that everyone else in the wrestling industry have grown up with since birth… The words that you will never beat me, they often use some witty remarks that makes the crowd cheer or boo. But when I tell you Bill, when I look you straight in the eyes as I tell you that I will beat you then what will go through your mind”
“I will tell you exactly what will go through your mind Bill, reality that I am one of a million. I have held more championship belts across the world than you have wins and losses combined throughout your stinking career. And even if you succeeded to surpass that statement Bill, where does that bring you?? Still at the bottom of the food chain Bill. Because you are still living in the past when you had a shred of anything remotely being releant. RELEVANT BILL!!! Do you sometimes wake up in the morning and look at yourself in the mirror?? Wondering why in the hell you are still dressed up like a fucking Popsicle?? You are so sweet that it will only hurt my teeth merely looking at you!!1 Do you know what the secret of a long and great career is like mine??”
“Adaptation Bill, evolution of your character. Take what works and add things that nobody expects of you. Hell, I could have stayed the Bringer of Chaos if I wanted to, slap on some more face paint and have a skull on the front of my face for another ten fucking years. I could have stayed the King of Kings and recite Biblical verses and get credit of having people go back to church.”
Goth wipes some sweat from his upper lip with the back of his hand before continuing his rant towards the Roulette champion.
“But no Bill, I choose to move on. I have adapted more times oer the past twenty years that makes me the biggest secret to the modern day era of why I am still competing at such a high level. The only reason why I am going back through some old characteristics of my past life… is because it has been an important part of my life… Just as important of me having held that championship belt that you have been desecrating every single time that you wore it… And you think I should just allow you to continue?? Oh no Bill, you could have been better off just going after the simpletons of the undercard… but you had to pick a fight with ME… the man that made that Roulette title mean something… I was the standard bearer for those who came after me… men like Kris Ryans…May he rest in peace and know that the disgrace of your reign is going to end in just a few days… All because YOU had to find out whether you belonged or not huh?? Well, it will all come to an end Bill…, it will all come to an end…”
Goth closes his eyes and breathes slowly, allowing his rage to subside after a few moments. He lets his fingers softly touch the cold lifeless fabric of the walking cane and reopens his eyes with a sickening smile.
“2023 will be a year that I will never going to forget Bill, because I will marry the woman that I love. I will headline super shows and have a farewell tour that will be remembered throughout the annals of time. While you?? You will just be “The Bulldog” Bill Barnhart. The man with so much potential, the man that I could have seen have a career everywhere else like you did in my company Bill. But you cannot live on just potential can you Bill? So I am saddened to put you out of your misery, mostly because of what you have meant to me…. Because of the mistakes that I have made that had ended our friendship in a fashion that I am not proud off. But at least I will rid the world of a man that I have allowed to exist in my shadow, I will allow the world to listen to your Har Har Har laughters one more time… Perhaps they will even make a special remembrance award at the End Of The Year awards. Where people get celebrated for their accomplishments, where people get a few more minutes to speak out to the world of how grateful they are for being recognized by their pears… and then to have the award for being the biggest missed opportunity in wrestling… And I hope that somehow you are going to be able to change your life upside down Bill, because after Sunday, January 15th, 2023… the end of your reign as Roulette champion is upon us… And the reign of terror that only ONE MAN can deliver will begin. And they all have got YOU to thank for Bill…. Thank you for being such a gullible man…. Thank you for being the one that will be sleeping with the fishes tonight….”
With that Goth walks off and leaves the camera stare at him from behind before the shot slowly fades.