Goth can be seen laying on a hotel room bed. His upper body is revaled as we can see his torso and his many tattoos that he has gotten over the past years. He has a bottle of Vodka on the table next to him as he is talking to himself once again.

“A thought sometimes hits you, a moment where you stand still and think back about that one single thought. That one single thought that made you forget about the world that moves on without you. Whether it is the thought of a lost love or the single fact that some people just makes you wonder why they are alive in the first place. Some people would assume that they are just here to annoy the shit out of you, while others would just make the obvious assumption that it’s just a coincidence. Coincidences can die for all I care, as the world is nothing close to a coincidence. It’s a shithole that men likes to turn into the painful disaster that we have created it to become.”

“And then you have a single thought, people can care less about a thought. It’s something that has been done a million times. It’s nowhere near originality, it’s a thought that people would assume that you can better drag through the vomit of one drunk and the shit that comes out of your rectum. And again, what makes people stop and answer to you? A single thought… one damn single thought that could make worlds chance, heads turn and people killed. Am I a news anchor for CBS news? Hell no, I’m reality that is going to kick your ass all over the God damn ring of destruction….”

(voice) “Wow, are we a happy camper all of the sudden?”

(thoughts)”Oh God no, not him again. Just ignore him, just go on as I am making a point of what makes sense in this forgiven hellhole”

“SHUT UP!!!”

(voice)”Wow, you just made sense. I applaud you”

(thoughts)”Oh great, my thoughts aren’t safe for him either. What more can I do to make my life an easier task at hand?”

(voice)”Why don’t you just accept the fact that I’ve been the best thing that has ever happened to you? Well that and all the great fucks you have had with all the women that you shared every furniture with known to mankind”

I chuckle.

(voice) “See? I’m not such a bad guy, why? Because I’m you idiot”

“I guess you have a point Mr. Obvious, a point that needs to be taken seriously. A task at hand that makes me wander… what more can I do to hide the obviousness that will happen? A championship belt to be defended against a wealthy punk ass kid and a moron that knows no limitations on no showing. Oh man, am I going to do this on automatic pilot? You know, like I used to do in the past?”

(voice)”I hope not, those days were as I recall bloody and sadistic”

“Don’t tell me you have gotten soft on me now?”

The voice inside my head gets silent for a few moments before I hear a soft whisper.

“WHAT?? You got to be kidding me right?”

(voice)”No man, I am serious. Back then it was all good when you have the mind of a sixteen year old on crack. But trust me, I’ve seen the light and I like to get into a debate of some sorts. You know, to build a foundation of trust amongst each other”.

“So…., you are turning into Oprah now?”

(voice)” Don’t be so ridiculous, the hairdo doesn’t fit me!! Besides, I prefer not spending countless hours reading books. Who reads books anyways? Nowadays you can get everything online!!! So why haven’t you bought an Ipad?”

“Do I have to?”

(voice) “Does alcoholics need booze?”

“But what does it bring me? Besides the fact that I can play Word feud on it and answer horny kids whether my name is Amanda or Goth?”

(voice)”Don’t tell me you were the one I was talking to??”

“How’s that possible? I’m always there in spirit as well physical idiot. Or you should be able to knock out my brain now and even then I would still control my own brain!!!”

(voice)”Then how do you explain the night that you were caught wearing Sapphira’s underwear while trying to enter the local Retirement home? You were even the big hit with all the men down there!!!”

“You know that I was drunk remember? You know that I would never do something like that on my own. So why don’t you…”

(voice)”Please, you even wrote down their home phone numbers. If you were that drunk, then how did you end up remembering the one from John? That 95 year old that just loves to eat the blue pills”.

“That’s… disturbing you know that???”

Silence comes over Goth as he is struggling to keep sanity as he is once again in a heated discussion with the voice inside his head.

“Why did you come into my life in the first place? It sure as hell can’t be the fact that I suck in wrestling right??”

(voice)”Well that’s debatable, but then again. You can’t deny the fact that since I came into your life, you have reclaimed the championship belt. Plus you have grown into a monster that you used to be, a monster that is ruthless and calculated. Tricks of the trade that keeps you from losing that championship belt anytime soon Goth…”

“Well that’s one thing I have to agree with”

(thoughts)”I hate it when I have to agree with something that is just a part of my imagination”

(voice)”I heard that!!!”

“Fuck….., why me???”

(voice)”If you keep this up, then you will be easy pickings for a man that took the title silence of the lambs too literal. And a man that apparently needs an entire group of yes men to give him the assumption that he is a good wrestler and a threat to your championship. I mean what would happen that you lose the belt again??”

“What? I would grow a set of tits and start to do impression of Marilyn Monroe???”

(voice)”Well you do have the legs for it, you just need to remember to shave them every once and a while”

“I’m not interested!!!!”

(voice)”Oh come on, you should really try to open yourself up even more. Or else you will end up…”

“Dead???”

(voice)”NO!!! I was trying to say that you would end up being a boring nobody without anything to live for. And that’s not what I signed up for when I wanted to take over your….”

“Life??”

(voice)”NO!!!! You idiot!! Taking over the slump that you were in for your career. Thanks to me you at least got….”

“Someone to talk to??”

(voice)”Well…., yes… Isn’t that something??”

“Oh brother, I think I’m going to go for a sleep.”.

Goth slowly falls asleep as the voice stops talking to him. We come back a few hours later as Goth has woken up from his sleep and he is holding on to his neck.

“Damn pain, I knew that I should have accepted that offer from that masseuse. But no, I had to go with the Vodka. It sure gave me a great buzz, but in the end??? And with her I would have had a great time afterwards as wel… but I guess having your wallet stolen give syou some difficulties for doing something fun every now and then”.

Goth chuckles as he rubs his head a few more times before sitting up slowly. He grabs the bottle and takes a swig from it.

“Damn, that sure tastes good. I hope wrestling in a few nights will be as pleasant as watching the Voice of whatever this country is…. But watching it while being hammered is the greatest thing that I’ve ever experienced. I mean the fuckers in Holland are bad, but this really makes them look like choir boys in comparison. I mean seriously, watching some old chick getting slammed down with a Suplex…. Oh wait, that’s the alcohol that made me think that. She was just trying to explain some kid that he is far from being at the top.”

“At least it sure as hell beats that dating program for farmers that wants to get laid every now and then”.

Goth sighs as he is holding on to his head, it feels as if it is about to explode any second now.

“I can’t decide what’s worse? The buzz or that ignorant voice that is constantly harassing me!!”

(voice)”I would have gone for the masseuse, but then again… you never listen’

Goth ignores the voice as he slowly walks over to his seat and grabs his shirt as he pulls it over his body. He is trying to walk over to the next room where we see his woman sitting down.

(Sapphira)”So you finally decided to show up? We were supposed to go to lunch a few hours ago’.

“How late is it??”

Sapphira rolls her eyes as she points her finger towards the clock on the wall as it shows that it’s  already 2 pm. Goth scratches his head as he slowly starts to laugh at his woman.

“Roomservice?”

Sapphira raises her hands in the air, as if to say she doesn’t know what to do with her man. She grabs the phone and calls for something to be delivered to their room.

“Can you also order some more Vodka? This bottle is almost empty!!”

She doesn’t respond as Goth walks off annoyed back to the bedroom. He finishes the drink before realizing the camera and then starts to talk to it.

“So you are finally deciding to ruin my personal life as well huh? Well instead of going to that drama again. I’m going to talk about the two idiots that I have to face this coming PPV. Humpty and Dumpty. Both are pronounced with an umpty…”

Goth is chuckling over the reference he made to the classic Humpty dance from Digital Underground as he was referring to his two opponents for this coming Sunday for the Roulette championship belt.

I mean seriously man, I was assuming that there would be a guy that would have at least tried to get some amount of dignity up by saying the three words that should have made him famous in the first place…. I …. Love….. Nickelback… I mean seriously, if you come to think about it. The man and this band have so much in common. Both like to act doing it rough, but love to be touched by a feather like embrace. Both like to look rough, but need a manicure every five seconds as their make up runs out.”.

Goth looks in the camera annoyed.

“What???”

“Oh I know, I am the one guy that shouldn’t be talking about makeup as I wear it to the ring every time I wrestle right? And still this guy is even far more worse than every episode of roast that has shown every over the hill actor or billionaire that has ever gotten on the show. This guy needs to have the world understand that he is just a complete moron, combined with the taste of honey dripping all over his eyeballs as he is just blinded with ignorance”.

“I know that made no sense, but at least I tried to do something with my time as I am contractual obligated to spend some time on one of my two opponents. Not like the wealthy little childish fool that likes to pop up on a birthday party of a bear. Where has this world gone to in the first place???”

(voice)”You should have killed that bear, then you would not have had this much drama Goth”

“Oh yeah? And what should I be talking about then Einstein? I got a wealthy kid, who has lost all connections with reality. Who needs a butler and a brat of a girl telling him what to eat, what to wear and what to use when he is washing his back with soap”.

(voice)”You wished you had those two instead of me huh?”

“You got me on that one, but that’s beyond the point.”

(voice)”What’s the point then?”

“The point is the fact that wonder what it is that this company has to offer? I mean seriously… Argento is a bed wetter. Jimmy is, well a former bed wetter as he has been promoted to silver spoon farting brat”

(voice) “I can’t remember ever hearing that one, you must really like the guy huh?”

Annoyed Goth refuses to listen to the voice inside his head and focuses back on the task at hand.

“I thought Argento was a joke, but you Jimmy? Besides the fact that you seem to be acting like you just escaped from a rerun from Sesame Street. Besides that fact, you are someone that has got nothing to offer besides some laughs and some cries. It’s beyond the notion that I am wondering where the true competition is. At least Casey has got some sense in him for trying to avoid the confrontation with the man that knows only one thing in life. Kicking his sorry of an excuse for an ass. But you?”

“You are something beyond the days that I was playing with LEGO. Where I build a big time tower and suddenly some brat would come over and knock it over. Needless to say that I broke that kid’s nose before the teacher broke us up and I had to stand in the corner of the classroom. Telling me that I should think about the bad things that I have done and what I should have done instead.”

“And until now, I never knew the answer to that one”

Goth chuckles as he stares into the camera.

“This coming Sunday, I’m going to watch you in that ring. Watch you gasp for air as I put on hold after hold. I will watch your stinking face busted upon wide as your blood will stain the ring. The reality of it all is this Jimmy. Halloween has gone and left us, but the reality of it all is that the pain will never leave as I will go and trick and treat on your stinking ass.”

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

 “Isn’t it ironic, don’t you think??”

“It’s a mindset, you come to the point of no return and realize that you not need to return to the point of originality. Origin’s are just a sign of failure and the past, where the future holds a key… a key to the future that brings insecurity as well….”

(voice) “Goth?”

(my thoughts) Oh no, not him again….

(voice) “You know that I can read your mind right?”

“Great”

(voice)”It’s so obvious you are wishing for the insanity to blossom through the intentions I give you. It’s the reason why you are who you have become….,”

“I hate these philosophical blabbering of yours, why don’t you come to the freaking point!!!!”

We see goth sitting down with his head in his hands, holding it up as he is clearly in a mindfuck. Struggling with reality as the voice in his head is making him struggle even more than last week.

(voice)”Last Monday, you let your partner suffer, good for him. He took away that what I held dear…, I”

“YOU???”

(voice) “Well seeing that I’m a part of you, I do too feel that I was a part of your championship reign. And it was also my loss that we let it slip our fingers”

(thoughts) Oh brother, he is going all sentimental on me. What is this for crap?

(voice) “Crap is something that we need to look at for our last championship match, you lost to a nobody. Now whati s crap Gerrit??”

“Touché”

“I need to redeem myself, not for you. But the fact that I need to prove to the entire world that this was just my fault. The way that I lost, the way that I allowed myself to lose against a joke like him?? Seriously, even the man that I took the title from was a more deserving champion than this man is… and yet?? He is holding MY title”

(voice) “Our title Goth”

Annoyed Goth looks around, he has bloodshed eyes as he has clearly not slept in a long time. He throws his arms around, looking for a bottle of water and finally he finds it. He pours the water over his face before letting the drops sink in on his skin.

(voice) “So you now got me all wet”
“Why? Did I make your clothing wet?”

(voice) “A matter of fact…,”

“You’re a voice inside my head, give me a break. It’s not like you are wearing an Armani suit for crying out loud!!”

(voice) “My my… are we in a foul mood??”

“SHUT UP!!!”

(voice) “Fine… for now….”

Goth lets out a sigh of relief, finally he has been relieved of the nagging voice that has started to haunt him since the title loss against his opponent for this week.

“Oh Argento…., I understand a title reign can do magic for a young and insecure little cunt like you now does it? But tell me, have you ever expected a title reign to be a plague? A plague to your very existence? The fact that I used your thickening skull as a bouncing basketball on last nights show was something that felt pleasurable to my listening ears and watching eyes on every replay that I can manage to see. Oh yes Argento… you are in a destiny with destiny itself….”

Goth feels the water drip from his face, he grabs a towel as he wipes off the final drops from his before looking back into the camera.

“You say you will fight to keep that title? I say you have to defend your life and body from limb to limb to keep that championship my friend. You just have to wonder this my dear Argento… are you really up for it? Are you really to strike twice against the same man? Have you ever heard of a win that should not have been? The case of IF I was there to strike you down, IF!! I was ready to maim you… IF!!! But then again, does IF count in the past? No it doesn’t, does it Argento??”

“You see, the world of Horror cinema thinks that all the greats are from this fine country…. But the truth remains that even the sickest of sick comes from Italy… Dario Argento… perhaps it rings a bell?”

Goth chuckles as he runs his fingers over his flesh, remember the fire that happened to him at his title defence.

“I remember once many years ago, that I watched a DVD… it was called the Phantom of the Opera… expecting the classic opera movie… expecting the man with the mask, hiding it’s face. And yet, I got a man that tried to destroy everyone… sticking a fork into someone’s hand and watches a rat eating the flesh of it’s hand.  The sickness of a man that just has one enemy…. Censorship….. do you Argento? Are you a representative of that what Dario stands for? Remembering the fire, you would think you are… and again… are you?”

His eyes are burning a hole into the camera as his aggressive nature seems to be under control bas he remains calm. Yet it seems like he can explode at any given moment.

“Even the greats make the trail back to the opposite of memory lane… and yet, you think I will be easy pickings like the last time? You see Argento, you should have killed me when you had the chance. You should have ended my career when you had the chance, yet you are thinking about the victory column too much. And yet, you are not worried for the fact that I know how I can break you?”

“You see Argento, you are a fighter. You are a wrestler, that can break down anyone inside that ring. But on the outside? How will you cope with the fact that I got my woman have her sights upon your sister? How will you react when you have to choose between blood or gold? How will you react when I start to scrape your flesh of your seemingly perfect face? Until the blood will alarm your existence that you are about to come to an end? Tell me Argento?? Or are you just too busy drinking diet coke?”

Goth’s eyes are burning with rage as he continues to talk.

“Just like I have said before, you should have ended it when you had the chance. You did not do anything to understand that I’m a predator… that I demand your attention on any given moment. Barb wire is not the thing you should worry about my friend, oh no… you should worry about the desire to please my anger… to redeem my disturbing moment that should not have happened. I will give you no moment to breathe, I’ll be haunting you from the moment the bell rings and till the moment comes that you are begging for mercy”

“And I’m sorry Argento… but mercy is for the weak. I was weak a few weeks ago. I was not the monster that I normally am… you see Argento.. I may be insane. I may be the loosest end of the line that you can come across. But the moment that you stare into the eyes of the dead… you will have to understand that I’m here to take your soul!!!!”

“Just think about it Argento… wouldn’t it be the perfect way to show the world how much you should worry when you face me? I could have waited for the triple threat, I could have waited for that one moment that I could reclaim the gold. But I want to make a point across. I want the world to know that I WILL be the one that steps foot as the champion in the triple threat. I will look you in the eyes and say nothing. Words would not matter anymore, but the only thing that you need to understand is this Argento… You better hope that I will show you enough mercy to even allow you to show up at the Triple Threat… think about it…”.

With that Goth walks off as the shot slowly fades.

 My thoughts are clear, my mind is blank… except for one single goal in life. To prove a point that violence is an art that is best served…. Cold.

“Tokyo, Japan. The world where modern technology and history and culture goes hand in hand. The nation where people share the utmost respect to others, those who worship their heroes in a fashion that does not evolve being a stalker at someone’s own backgarden. No, this nation has something that the rest of the world could learn from…. Respect those as your own God…”

A figure can be seen on top of a sky scraper. One of the many that Tokyo has, he is standing on top of it as he looks at the limelight of the city. A city where there are more people housing in than some nations. The figure is wearing a traditional Japanese outfit, his chest is visible for a small bit as it shows tattoos.

“The fans that saw me as one of their own, perhaps the fact that they understood someone that wore face paint in a different fashion than the Americans do. They only see a guy that likes to pretend to be a Goth. Who calls himself Got and therefore you are a blood extracting freak. While they? They reminded themselves of a legacy that is far beyond then just the mere paint that covers my face.”

“The Great Muta… just to name a wrestler. Everywhere he goes, he gets respect. The man that sprayed mist in the eyes of his opponent and exploded in matches with many martial arts or aerial tactics. A true champion of champions. A hero amongst heroes and a legend that never dies. No I’m not trying to surpass that man, no I’m not trying to take his spot in the world of wrestling, but they understood the meaning of the paint. The meaning of the tattoos and the meaning of my way of life. The respect that they gave me and I handed back to them. It’s quite simple when you come to think about it… wouldn’t you agree Matthew?”.

“I know you will”.

The camera turns around to show the face of the Roulette champion, the man they call Goth. The man that will put his championship belt on the line against a former champion Matthew Kennedy. A man that has been respected by his opponent for his career and yet he wants to prove a point.

“You see the world is sometimes just like a fish, you swim through the oceans of life. You dare to oppose the obstacles and you get better at it when the years come and you get stronger. Nothing stands in your way, except the time of the world. Soon the fishnet well catch you and serve you on a platter as raw fish. Again, a dish served cold is the best way to enjoy the fruit of life wouldn’t you agree? And in life it’s no different. In life the test of time will have to prove to the world that you have a meaning to exist. Do I have to prove the Grim Reaper that he has to wield that axe another time?”

“I don’t have anything to prove to anyone, except to myself. The thirst to push this body further than any other young kid is exactly that what keeps me going. 35 years old is not an age to retire, I’m not Ric freaking Flair you know. Just to step inside that ring, to walk that path towards the ring. To hear the fans admire you, the fact that once you capture their admiration. Then you know, you know you have it made for that single night.”.

“Have you got it made Matthew?”

Goth chuckles as he shakes his head, he bends through his knees and stares at the many buildings. The ant like walking humans that do not know that they are being watched.

“Japan has been good to me, you want to prove your worth by reclaiming a championship belt that you once held. I see thirst for gold in your eyes. Nothing that tells me that you admire me as they do. Not that it matters Matthew, you’re my opponent. So think that way, it’s the way that should be right? Or is there more than just admiration and the thirst of gold? You see to me, this is where I am at my best. You admired me from watching tv when you were young. Trying to become the best. You say you are perfection, you do not need to evolve.”.

Goth shakes his head and laughs for a few moments. He raises his hands to his knees and pushes himself upwards again. He takes off his robes and we see his back. A light on the building flashes on the many scars that his body has endured in the past.

“Perfection is something that people often wish to achieve, because they know that they cannot achieve it Matthew. Perfection is a concept that these people wish to achieve as well. To build the best computers, the best automobile, the best engine, the best financial industry, the best weapon that they could imagine. The best athletes. It’s what keeps them sharp and ready to go 24/7. What’s your concept of perfection? A perfect body? A trained eye? A mind that knows any move? The aerial tactics known to man? Please if I just shake my head and say it’s your youthful attitude. Your boldness that makes you exciting to listen and yet nothing interesting comes out. You are trying to mature at a young age and yet… yet I see a sign of insecurity that you try to hide from me.”.

“That’s where experience comes in Matthew. You see, I have dealt with the likes of you before. I have dealt with Stevie Ramone. Who to this day is one of the underestimated wrestlers ever to step foot in the ring. Coming so close to win the big one and people just never thought he would achieve a career like he has done. And you know why Matthew? Because he was confident and did not let doubt get to him. Never tried to be something that he wasn’t. I evolve from a Bringer of Chaos, to the biggest name in wrestling history. I think I know how I deal with perfection. In a brutal way that only a man that has evolved from the hardcore division like I have… without turning it’s back on it”.

Goth spreads his arms, we see the tattoos on his arms clearly visible. He extends his arms to the point of no return before he pushes his hands together in a respectful Japanese fashion. As he bows to the camera.

“I cherish the moment that we step foot inside the ring, to the point where the bell rings my mind is calm. But when the bell rings, it’s the storm that will erupt and a champion of sadism and viciousness takes over. You can study me on the sofa all you want while eating your cereals while growing up. But these men that faced me in the ring before will tell you. That you have never known me until you experienced it Matthew. You want my championship? You want my leather and gold belt? I want the world to know that these people expect me to once again climb the barriers, to have me fly from the highest tower and come crashing down upon you. They expect me to bleed, they expect me to maim you whenever I get the chance. Hell, even the mist of the legends of the wrestling ring is no unfamiliar thing to me. You talk about how your path of the regaining of the belt has been a long one? Expect that the road will come to an abrupt end and that I will tell you to go home Matthew. It’s going to be time for you to say Sayonara Matthew San…”

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

 Inner thoughts: I wish I remembered the days that when I was merely a kid, a kid that always listened to my mother when she spoke. Teaching me the differences between good and bad, between right and wrong. To understand that life in itself is never a cake walk.. How right she has been, but then again… Not in the ways that she intended. Oh I know that deep down inside she wanted me to achieve greatness, as a true Christian. As a responsible man that people would look up to and trust their life to… And yet, I cannot imagine the life that I live would be anything else than it is right now…. Again, how does life understand it’s true values when you stare it deadon in the eyes… I’ve believed the true meaning of life to worship one true entity… To have the three as one, the three that is a big important thing in the life of a Christian. Three days he was dead, three times he was betrayed, three days inside the belly of a whale… three men on a cross… three united entities and I can go on and on and on…and yet I stand alone… with my quest to break down the hopes and dreams of those who stand before me… or dare to… isn’t it ironic? Don’t you think?

Those who have waited for many centuries for their liberation, their freedom. Their guide to the promised land, would just have to wait another day for that moment to come. Do I come here to free your soul? Oh yes, it would be a soul to be freed for my thirst to dominate… does this make you worried? I hope it does… who knows… you may just overcome the odds…. Maybe…

We open up the scene with Goth seen walking down the empty streets of a city somewhere in this world. We see street lights flashing around as the Roulette champion is dressed with a long leather coat. He is wearing black leather boots and a matching pants. He is looking at the emptiness of the street that is ahead of him as he notices the camera following him.

“What a difference a few weeks makes huh?”

His eyes are focused and his face shows no sign of any emotion what is going through his mind.

“One week I was the opener to a match and now? Now I got the world at my freaking feet. Some changes were meant to happen, I just it took the world right about now to catch on. The fact that I’m the Roulette champion apparently works”.

We suddenly see rain pour from the sky as the wrestler does not do anything to try to protect himself from the rain. We see the drops fall down on his face as he continues to walk.

“I have walked this path many times, every step seems to be the same. And yet, there’s always something new for me to experience. Every step puts me further away from the past. The past that people say that will either make you or break you… I see things differently though”.

Goth puts his hands up, he stares at them for a few moments before looking upwards again.

“These are my tools of mass destruction, do I need faith to collect another victory? I shudder the thought to put my faith down into the listening ears of something of high above. Oh no, these are true. These are reality, these are the hands that washes away the blood from my fingers. Your blood”.

Silence comes over the man that is called Goth,

“It’s time to share… to share the intention to prove the world wrong… the moment that I have to share my urges to destroy… my desires to break the competition and watch them suffer. And what more could you ask if you got someone that is your equal in many ways??? Oh the joys of life that has granted me access to pleasures unknown to mankind…”.

A chuckle overcomes Goth as he feels the water drops come down on his face faster and harder as he suddenly stops at a corner.

Seriously I have to face Koji once more? The man that I took away his championship belt? The man that now has to ask his sister to benefit his chances to get something back that would be called redemption? Revenge? Oh please, it’s often a benefit to your side when your sibling is a part of your team. Oh hell knows how many championships I have held with my brother in the past, yet the truth needs to be told that it’s your one true weakness”.

“The weakness that your heart is with that other person, the brother always wants to protect his sibling. Whether the sibling is more than capable to take care of him or herself. It is yet that one love bond that will take away your true intensity to completely go for that one match. Is that what you are going to be thinking about after our match Koji? How are you going to explain your sister the fact that you were far from you’re A-Game? Like you were a few weeks ago? I mean seriously Koji? How many did it take tot ry to keep me away from your former championship belt? And yet? I overcame the odds and broke your stinking hopes of holding on?”.

“It must be unbearable to see me standing here, knowing that I owned your existence in that squared circle. I mean seriously, you were so close. You just had to climb that ladder while I was down…and yet? You let me come back, I mean seriously Koji. I am a man that does not give out chances and take them lightly, I’m not a man that weakens down that quickly to benefit another. I only benefit myself… I guess that’s why I’m the champ and your not….”.

Goth chuckles, he has closed his hands to fists as he stares at the finger paint that he always has on his hands.

“Truth needs to be told Koji, I never felt doubt when I stepped foot inside that squared circle. I know it’s easy to say these things when you are holding on to a championship belt and your not. But to allow me to come back from a position that you almost could not lose and yet you did. To allow me to drop your stinking face, to allow me to grace that ladder with grace and determination. Not some giant idiot that thinks that size does matter… how simplistic you are… I’ve never met a duller moment than when you come back to reality that I beat you”.

“And now your sister has to pick you up, has to tell you that you still can do it. That you are the true champion and that I was just merely a fluke. Or are you a man that can look reality in the face of its bearer and bow down your head? Tell me Koji, as I expect your words to flow from your mouth like a violinist that knows no boundaries of that what he cannot do. Is it the desire to prove yourself wrong? To prove the world wrong? Or to show me that I am not as far as I imagined I would have been after winning that championship?”

Have you had those nights whern you woke up? Sweating bullets? Screaming out my name as you know that I overtook your entire expectation and dished out some more? Tell me as I will answer your words with a confident yes. Yes, I beat you. Yes, I am better than you. Yes, I’m a determined son of a bitch that loves to please myself with your pain. I just wished that I could put my hands on your sister in this mixed tag team match. Who knows she may just understand your suffering better then. Ot understand what it was to be dropped face first to the end of existence. It would even make me want to bet the fact that she wont be daring to stand by her brother. I mean being a coward like you is one thing, but to be a coward without brains is obviously too much for even her to bare….”

His eyes are shining in the light of the moon. His eyes are telling us a tale that he has got fun in telling what he has to say.

“Until that moment comes little sister, you have to understand that to you I’m just a myth. A tale that Koji will be uttering over and over and over again. But trust me, when me and my tag team partner are done…the memory will be changed with an orgasmic experience that will never leave your existence… too bad you will be bloodied and broken just like your brother was a few weeks ago. So until then brother and sisterly love… the world is Gothic and I’m the one that will close your eyes… once again…”.

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

 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.