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Supercard Archives / Re: J2H v HBCARTER v AUSTIN MERCER v A RAVEN v GOTH v J WASHINGTON - WORLD TITLE
« on: October 19, 2023, 11:19:49 AM »
“Goth, please tell me about what you saw.”
Janet Reynolds asks as we are at the restaurant of the hotel as Goth and Melissa are seated together as Goth’s psychiatrist is seated opposite of him. Goth is remaining silent for a few moments, letting the memories of what happened to him during the drive in their limo. The memory of him and his dead first wife inside a rental car at the beginning of his career has been haunting his mind ever single moment.
“Gerrit??”
He looks up, shaken from his thoughts as he has apparently had not heard her the first time, causing him to raise his hands in an apologetic fashion.
“I’m sorry, I….”
Goth stops midsentence as a waiter walks up to them, handing them their menu cards in order for them to order something to eat. Goth nods his head, secretly relieved for the distraction as he was trying to find the right words to say.
“I was thinking back of what I saw… I…”
He grinds his teeth, tensing his hand as he is struggling to come up with the right words. Clearly the memories are too fresh and too painful for him to express so sudden in a hotel restaurant where others perhaps could overhear them if he would express himself too loud.
“It’s okay sweetie, take your time”
Says Melissa as she squeezes his hand, he feels her reassuring touch and feels her love and care flow into his body. He nods his head, trying to squeeze his eyes a few times in order for him not to start to cry so soon before taking a deep breath and turns his gaze away from Janet for a few seconds. He looks around, notices some gazes towards his direction from the other hotel guests as he turns his attention back to his psychiatrist.
“I was brought back into a memory of where we…, I mean me and Chantal just recently got married. We were heading towards a crappy ass hotel in order to save money as I did a few Indy shows that weekend. And she somehow managed to read my mind before scratching the skin off of her face… I…”
He stops for a moment as his attention is directed towards Janet, who in return is just listening patiently while sometimes just writing something down upon a notebook. She turns her attention back towards him after finally placing her pen down again and smiles.
“Please, go on.”
Goth takes a deep breath, he closes his eyes as he starts to think back to that moment. He tries to relive every single moment that the vision had shown him, but also compare it to what truly had happened. Asking himself what it is that his first wife was trying to tell him, at least if it was something that could be taken from all of this.
“I remember how the car suddenly started to speed up as if we were on a race track, I remember how my hands started to grip the driving wheel as I tried to prevent us from hitting another vehicle in front of us”
He stops for a moment as the waiter returns, asking them whether they had made a decision on what it was that they wanted to order. This time Goth was actually annoyed by the timing of the waiter, noticing how from the corner of his eyes was staring at his wife. This caused him to realize the age difference between him and Melissa, making him want to get up to his feet and hit the waiter in the mouth. But the reassuring squeeze of his hand made him alter his thoughts, apparently she had noticed the discomfort upon his face and made sure that he would not make a scene in front of all the guests. Causing him to snap out of the sudden surge of anger as he stammers when his turn came to order his food. Noticing the sudden change in the look of the waiter as he walks off, this caused him to turn his attention towards his wife who leaned forward to whisper something in his ear.
“I just flipped him off sweetie, no young waiter boys for me.”
She gives him a wink as this makes Goth blush a little, the awkwardness of the moment and how he reacted made him feel even more uncomfortable. He then looks back at Janet, who has an amused look on her face.
“The last thing I remember you said was that you were speeding like crazy??”
The remark had made him raise an eyebrow, for some reason he sensed something but could not put his finger on it. He remains his gaze locked upon her before mentally shaking his head and told him that it was nothing.
“Err yes, the car drive…”
He tries to get his thoughts back to what had happened in that vision, he suddenly start to remember the scent of his wife that she was wearing. The one scent that he had not smelled ever since the passing of his first wife, causing him to wonder if he had smelled it in past memories and realized he hadn’t. This caused him to frown to himself for a moment.
“Something wrong sweetie??”
“Err…, no Mel. I just remembered that I uhm…., I remembered smelling her perfume while being stuck in that memory. Something that I just realized that I had not done before…,”
He stops there, looking up in the face of the psychiatrist with a questionable look on his face. Hoping to receive an answer from her that would explain why. But all he can see upon her face is a dark frown, clearly she has sunk into her thoughts as if she remembered something from all of this.
“Janet???”
She suddenly looks up at him with a small smile that she quickly tries to cover up with a napkin, prompting Goth to ask her about it before the waiter emerges with their food as Janet quickly gets up and excuses herself to go to the ladies room as Goth watches her leave for a few moments before directing his attention towards his wife.
“Did you catch that smile??”
He asks his wife as his eyes slowly moves towards his wife, noticing that she had already starting with her food before looking up at him
“What do you mean sweetie?”
Her eyes looks at him confused before turning her direction to where Janet had been sitting, she quickly turns her attention back at him with an odd frown on her face.
“Are you starting to see things Gerrit??”
Her questions causes him to doubt himself, did he truly see that smile or was it just his imagination?? And yet for some reason he could not help but having seen that “smile” before, but could not remember from where. He ultimately shakes his head and turns his direction back at his wife with a little smile.
“I guess my age must be playing tricks on me.”
The two laugh at his remark before turning towards their plates, a few moments later we see Janet reemerge from the back and joins them for dinner. The three of them enjoy a moment of silence until Janet turns her attention back to Goth.
“So what do you think what your vision had meant Gerrit??”
Goth looks up at her with a raised eyebrow, he had not expected her to ask this question about the vision but decides to think back at what he had experienced.
“I’m not sure Janet, I was kind of hoping that you could tell me.”
He says after trying to figure it out for himself, his look is puzzled yet hopeful to get an answer from the young woman that has leaned back against her chair and wipes her mouth clean with a napkin. She grabs a glass of wine and takes a sip while keeping Goth and Melissa waiting for her response.
“I merely asked as I was hoping you perhaps would have seen the pattern that I am starting to notice with every vision or dream that you are having.”
“And that is??”
Goth asks, clearly being intrigued by the comment being made from the woman. Causing him to investigate her with intrigue, again he cannot help but noticing something about her that he found so familiar but can’t put his finger on it.
“It seems that every vision or dream that you have has a recurring message, that message is that you are running away from your past.”
“Chantal’s passing is still very fresh in his memories, even though it has already been several years ago.”
Melissa says in response to the comment being made by Janet, the psychiatrist looks at her understanding before shaking her head.
“What I actually meant to say is that I feel that these visions and dreams are trying to tell Gerrit that he has to take responsibilities for what has happened and not run away from them.”
This response causes a surge of anger building inside of Goth, gripping the edge of the table with both hands, preventing him from getting up and start to scream at the woman. Goth takes a deep breath as he tries to calm himself down before turning his attention towards the psychiatrist.
“You better come with some good explanations concerning this accusation Janet, because I am this close to get up and do something I may regret.”
The anger is clearly hitting a boiling point as he pushes the hand of Melissa away in an attempt to calm him, clearly startled from his reaction to what Janet just said.
“Gerrit??”
Goth shakes his head no, not taking his eyes off the psychiatrist as he is waiting for her response to her accusation. To his mild surprise Janet turned her attention back towards her dinner plate and has taken some bites from the salmon that she had ordered along with the rest that is on her plate before turning her attention back to Goth and Melissa.
“I am aware that my comment must have been very confronting Gerrit, but I do want to point out that I am here to help you. But my method is being straight to the point, i am not here in order to…”
She looks over at Melissa as she notices her hand once again grab hold of his wrist before looking back up at Goth’s angered face.
“To hold your hand every time things get rough for you, my job is that you will face your fears and have these dreams and visions disappear. But if you think my methods is too harsh for you, then you could always find someone else who do things more to your liking.”
She stares at him, their eyes lock with each other as you can sense tension building into the air. For several moments there is nothing being said until Goth lets out a sigh, he turns his attention towards his wife as he gives her hand a reassuring squeeze before turning back towards Janet.
“I am sorry, you are right. Things have just been so tense as of late, with all these visions and this world title six pack challenge hovering over my head. I…”
Janet smiles as she nods her head in understanding as she takes another sip from the glass of wine, taking a few small sips while not taking her eyes off of Goth as this gives him chills running down his spine as the glare in her eyes are very dark and cold. She places the glass back down upon the table and wipes her mouth clean with the napkin.
“We will get to this Gerrit, it may take time but we will get to the bottom of this.”
She extends her arm and holds her glass of wine in front of Goth’s and Melissa’s faces in order for them to toast for their journey to solve the problem that Goth has been going through. Goth and Melissa look at each other for a few moments before lifting their glasses as well as the three of them toast as this causes the scene to fade to darkness.
*To be continued*
“All bets are off…”
The voice of Goth can be overheard from the sounds of slot machines, spinning wheels and groupiers calling out for the last bet as he is seated at a blackjack table while holding a pair of cards in his hands. The former multi champion in Sin City Wrestling has his hair neatly tied up in a tail while wearing his trademark black Armani suit while Melissa is seated next to him while conversing with some of the younger men that are trying to catch more than just her attention. He takes a sip from the glass of water that stands on the edge of the table as he looks through the corner of his eyes at the pitiful flirting that is going on before turning his attention back upon the dealer. He looks at his cards, noticing a two of Spades and a seven of Hearts before calling for another card. This time he receives an Ace of Spades, causing him to tell the dealer that doesn’t want another card and ends up with a score of twenty.
“You may just ask yourself, what in the hell am I doing in the cesspool of sinful behaviour in one of the casino’s of Sin City??”
He smirks at his very own comment as he notices that one of his fellow opponents scores a total of 25 and has lost his hand, causing him to shake his head and grin as he had watched the greed to be so visible upon the man’s face.
“Sometimes I just love to mingle amongst those who apparently have no qualms about wasting a months allowance upon the hope of that magic hand that would change their entire lives. It’s quite interesting to see the metamorphoses upon these people from the moment that they enter a casino, all confident and hyped as they believe it is their lucky night… All the way to them just walk through the back door, with their tails tucked between their legs and want to cry to sleep once they hit their bedroom pillow”
He takes another sip as he watches another man succumb as he reached a score of 22, just one point shy from a Black Jack score of 21. He sips from the glass before gently placing it back upon the edge of the table and leans back against the comfortable chair.
“Isn’t it funny how similar a life of a gambler can be when you compare it to us wrestlers?? You have those who are just mere amateurs, those who rarely succeed in accomplishing a world title reign. Those are the ones that have got nothing to lose and would go all in because they have nothing to lose, then you have the wrestlers who have been there…. But because of their greed they just wasted all their resorts in a single game, because they still believe that they have a hot hand and cannot lose.”
He watches on as it is now the turn of the dealer to turn its cards, revealing a 8 of Diamonds and a Queen of Hearts. Allowing his confidence to grow, knowing that the odds of him losing his hand or at least tying with the bank are very slim to none. The bank turns another card and reveals a Queen of Spades, gesturing that Goth’s hand had won the pot and all the chips have been pushed towards the spot where Goth is seated.
“And then you got the pro’s, those who are always there. Those who believe that they got an iron clad ability to be on top when the moment presents itself. Just like gambling wouldn’t you agree??”
He smirks as he calls for a few new cards, receiving a 5 of Clubs and a 10 of Hearts, his eyes look up at the dealer and nods for another card. Receiving a 4 of Diamonds as he motions that he doesn’t want another card.
“This coming Sunday I will be in what some of you gambling addicts would probably refer to a gamblers wet dream. Six individuals entering that six sided ring, all have the same amount of chances of winning that golden belt and walk out as being the very best of what this company has to offer. Now I have seen all the promo’s going on of everyone out there, trying to talk about how they feel and what they will do to everyone else in order to walk out as champion. Wanting that stamp of approval to be the very best… And we all have had our struggles to get to this point don’t we??”
He watches one of the opponents managing to get a score of twenty as he had two queens in his hand, Goth acknowledges the man as he notices that his chips will at least go to someone else besides him.
“And normally we go down the list of everyone out there who have said what, to tell them they are wrong for reasoning A to Z and everything in between. And to me that is just the disability of what pro wrestlers all have become. Nothing more than bitchy, little parrots who have an attitude in believing that they own the world in the palm of their hands. And yet, they all got one thing in common….. They don’t believe in me”
“And why would they?? Why would they bet on someone else besides themselves?? Good question, especially when you consider that along with me, Jack Washington, J2H and Austin James Mercer all have been former World Champions in their own right And then you got two other individuals that have come so close, yet watched the bank close right before their eyes. And is it because they gambled and lost?? Or were they just not good enough to even consider to sit across the very elite of what this “Game” has to offer??”
“It’s hard to say is it??”
He watches the rest of the men at the Black Jack table all go over the 21 point mark in an attempt to score higher than the highest card on the table at that moment until the dealer turns its card. Revealing a King of Spades and an Ace of Hearts and winning all the chips that were on the table. Goth turns his attention towards his wife, who has elegantly rejected all the advances of the younger men before turning her attention towards her husband, squeezing softly his hand as she rubs her fingers over his.
“People want to know who I think is my biggest threat to win the world title, all hoping that I would point my fingers to one or two individuals in order to get them all riled up. And quite honestly people?? The only person that can hold me back from winning that vacated belt in the first place is me, that’s right. The only one that I can think of is myself and you know why?? And J2H, Austin, Jack, Carter and Raven all better listen carefully, because I need to be at my very best to prove the point that I have been undeservingly being ignored for three fucking years to get that title shot. And all you can pick point your fingers to yourself, scream out from the top of your lungs how pitiful your title opportunities have been. I had NONE!!!”
“So why would I waste my time focusing on you all separately? The message will still remain the same, so I’m going to direct it to you all in one grand of scheme. Because you need to understand one thing, I am not going to leave that ring without that shiny belt being draped across my shoulder. I am not going to leave that ring without having my hand raised in victory, the man who has held the most title reigns in company history… and you all wish me to sit back and be on the sideline cheering all you on?? I have been held back by everyone in this company, this is a statement that you hear from the average Joe who doesn’t know shit about wrestling and feels that way after three weeks being wet behind the ears. But I am also talking about management, them have the audacity to ask me straight up if I could convince Mac Bane to return… Merely because they had a wet dream of a dream match in their minds of Mac Bane and J2H…. “
“Seriously people?? Are you going to disrespect me that much?? Aren’t you allowing me one more moment to shine?? Aare you still believing that I am merely a nostalgia pop?? Nothing more for the parents to tell their children that once I used to mean something in this company??”
His eyes darken as his nostrils widen as he is breathing heavily through the nose, he lets go off his wife’s hand as he throws some chips to the guy sitting next to him before walking off. His wife follows him as the two walk towards the outside and heading towards their limo who has been waiting for them to return them to their hotel.
“I have been humbled enough to a point where I can see where I went wrong, I know my strengths and my flaws. And this year could have been so differently IF it had not been….. And that’s the point…, IF does not matter. IF does not exist when you are sidelined for whatever the fucking reason… Because they will look at others to take over, others like all five of you are just waiting to take someone else’s spot without looking back. Well this Sunday, you will have to look back for me. This Sunday it is where who wants it the most, who NEEDS it the most. And we can all start to talk the talk, but can you walk the walk?? Because there are already a few names that I can gladly scratch off that list of those who can walk in my shoes and don’t live to regret it.”
“It’s quite simple if you think of it, i had forgotten how it was to solely focus upon me. Like I have done in the past, oh yeah another cliché that I know is being thrown around a lot these days. A cliché that in your minds will dictate the mere fact that I do not deserve to be here anymore. That I should be wrestling in barns, have some middle aged and crazy idiot think he can last five minutes in the ring with me. Well it’s people like YOU that don’t have what it got to last one SECOND with me… let alone being able to last an entire match with me… Even if you are with five others, the bright light is shining upon me. Because I intend to win that very fucking belt.”
“I intend to win that belt, oh yeah. I am going to do it the old fashioned way, I am going to outlast you. I am going to take all the punishment that you can dish, but come back for more. I am going to spit you in the face while suffering the most of you. Oh yeah, I will suffer the most, because in my 20 plus career I have forgotten more about suffering than you can imagine!! It’s a drug, it’s a high!! It’s EVERYTHING that you all have dreamt about, but I have been the one that has been hung upon a cross, ridiculed and laughed at!! I am the one that had to wrestle everyone that was a flavour of the month day in and day out!!”
“Am I to be blamed for some of that? Oh sure, but this coming Sunday it will all be about the prophecy. The prophecy of HIS return… it may have taken longer than merely three days and nights inside a grave that was being protected by a large rock. But I am here, I have returned upon you all. I will show you the markings of the mental nails that were driven into my body to hold me up at your sinful believes!! I will unleash the three years of anger that has been building inside of me for having to watch names getting the opportunities that has amounted to nothing!! Names that have never amounted to anything!! And yet I am the pitiful individual??”
“I don’t care what you think of me, I don’t care what you tell the world what I will and will not do. Because it won’t matter anymore after this coming Sunday. The biggest show of the year, where Hall of Famers will be inducted, where End of Year awards will be presented and everyone will all say their thanks to those who have voted for them. And at the end of the night, the moment that EVERYONE has been looking for will be the night where a new champion is going to be crowned. The night where five men, five great talents will be disappointed as only one can leave the ring being the one in their minds does not deserve it.”
He smirks as he shakes his head before turning his attention towards his wife as he kisses her on the lips before turning his attention bac towards the camera.
“Just do me a favour, don’t start bitching and whining when I walk out as champion alright?? Don’t show the world that you are bad losers and cannot accept the fact that I am far superior than merely a nostalgia act? Because it will only reveal to the world that you have lost HOPE in the Savior, that you have lost HOPE in general. Because that is what separates me from the lot of you, whether I have already faced you or not.. it doesn’t matter.”
“That championship belt is the one item of All five of your desires, all five of you have sinful thoughts on your minds once you either wear it for the first time or once more. Whereas for me it is confirmation, confirmation for the fact that I have been right for three years now!! Confirmation that I should have had a title shot just like most of you in this match have had on one or more occasions even!! Confirmation for the mere fact that I have never stopped believing in the mere fact that once I get what I want…, that I will take it ON MY OWN!! But it will also be a confirmation to the fact that all of you fear me, all of you hate me. All of you despise me and for what?? Because I once made a business decision that gave management and the locker room butthurt??”
“Like I said, it has always been about YOU, it has always been about Sin City Wrestling. It has never been about me, even after all my accomplishments inside this company, accomplishments that never got addressed to for some reasons!! Because I was already big before I joined, I was never a home grown Sin City Wrestling graduate of one of your wrestling schools. But if that’s what it takes to get a stamp of your approval? Then you can all shove that damn approval down your throats and choke on it. And that includes all five of you as well, nobody and I mean NOBODY is entitled more to this opportunity to yours truly… but of course, none of you will actually admit that don’t you?”
He wipes the back of his hand across his mouth before smirking sadistically
“I’m sure that this isn’t the approach that all of you have expected from me, but that’s all good. I never wanted to be a piece of shit like each and every one of you. I have been laughed at, I have been pointed at and I have never been taken seriously. Well swallow your stinking pride, eat your damn words and start to believe. Because Goth is going to take home the Vacated SCW World Heavyweight Championship home to the Saviors… And there is NOTHING and I mean NOTHING that each and every one of you can do about it!!!”
“But don’t feel bad, it’s High Stakes… And betting on the highest stake of them all has been presented to you. Because lets face it, if you have given it your all and lose, then at least you got nothing ashamed off…. But you are up against the Messiah of Pain… And this is my domain. I don’t gamble in lose in a mere game… I take control of my and your entire careers and rise to the top… I see you all Sunday…”
With that Goth puts his hand on the camera and cuts off the shot as it fades.
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