The Rebirth of sorts 
 
Chapter One: Respect.

It has been a while since Goth’s last appearance upon Sin City after losing the Internet title to Lachlan Kane. A man that he has congratulated after his victory, not shying away from his responsibility as a pro wrestler and a veteran of this company. Knowing that his opportunity would arise very soon, either a rematch down the road or something different and bigger.

“Wake up sleepie head.”

Shouts Melissa from the other room, throwing a shirt towards Goth who is still in his bed half sleeping. Groaning over the sudden attempt from his fiance to wake him up.

“Leave me alone!!”

Comes his response, hYe has not been in the best of mood as of late, losing his last two matches in Sin City Wrestling and losing a title that he had taken pride in by taking it away from Jack Washington. He had gone home to his mother for a week after the final Super Show, trying to recollect his thoughts on what to do next as well as trying to widen his horizon. Sadly the frustration has been impossible for him to ignore, feeling that he had let himself down and the entire Saviors, the man that they had brought in to the group because they felt that he would have made them better. And then there was Melissa’s title loss, he took it to himself to take the blame for her loss as well, believing that he perhaps had not prepared her well enough.

It had annoyed him that he could not have allowed himself to stare into the eyes of Mac Bane, the man that had lost the world title to Ken Davieson. He felt that he had let the man down that had brought him into the group. That showed him the respect that he himself had felt was missing since his return. And even though he had achieved some memorable achievements throughout the twelve months since he had returned, it was clearly not enough for a man that held up very high standards for himself.

“This shirt better not be that sparkle one one….”

He murmurs, remembering the last that he was in this situation, Melissa had thrown him a shirt as well. He had not paid attention after putting it on and went to the gym, Getting confronted by many wide eye stares of the other participants in the gym that had caused him to realize something had gone wrong, ultimately ending up to be a big hit on Youtube as someone had videotaped his arrival and the many of reactions from the other people in the gym. Goth had not taken it lightly, nearly knocked some guy to the ground for having made some wrong comments.

He sits right up, holding the shirt in front of him. He sighs of relief as he realizes that it is one of his favorite shirts that he loved to wear to the gym. He notices Melissa standing in the entrance of the bedroom after he had put on the shirt, staring at him with a big time smile on her face.

“Did Old Man Grumpy have something to say??”

He sighs, he usually enjoyed her sense of humor as it normally would always light him up. But for some reason he was really not in the mood to be cheered. He felt the need to prove something, not wanting to be remembered for having a title, only to lose it on the first title defense. He had wanted to have one final run, to have one final big match and for some reason it was much more difficult for him to hold on to the belt that he had won not so long ago. He knew that Sin City Wrestling was a part of the elite in wrestling, putting himself on the top of that list among the greats that has been a part of this company or still is. And yet,

“You know damn well what I was referring to Melissa.”

He says as he straightens the shirt, he exits the bed as he walks over towards the table where she had made him some breakfast. He had kissed her on the cheek on the way towards breakfast, causing her to react irritated as she never enjoyed it when he had not shaved himself for a while. Goth rolls his eyes as he moves towards his seat, sitting down and picks up the baked eggs and places it on his sandwich before saying a quick prayer before eating. We see Melissa sit down upon the opposite of he table and grabs some cheese to place on top of her sandwich.

“Still not feeling happy huh Gerrit??”

He glances over towards her, giving her an annoyed look as she rolls her eyes and leans back against her chair and crosses her arms across her chest.

“FUnny, I remembered someone tell me a while ago to always keep your focus at hand. No matter what the outcome of your match.”

This remark causes Goth to drop the knife and fork on the table, staring straight into her eyes with anger.

“I have said my Whoosaa a few times already Melissa, I have picked up a horse shoe for good luck and I have swam with the dolphins, I am purely one with positivity. So if you don’t mind?? I got an egg sandwich to devour.”

He says before taking a large bite to emphasize his words, causing her to roll her eyes. He knew that she was right, he wanted to apologize. But something inside of him held him back, he feels her eyes burning straight at him as he does not look up to meet her gaze

“You truly are an asshole Gerrit.”

She gets up and walks off, not allowing him to give him a chance to make any kind of remark. He stares at her, realizing he had fucked up and drops everything to run after her. He quickly catches up with her after turning the corner of the hallway that she is walking, grabbing her by the arms in an attempt to spin her around. But she quickly shrugs him off, turning around herself and stares him dead in the eyes.

“What??!!!”

She screams at him with fire in her eyes, he knew then that he was in deep trouble and has to first calm her down.

“Look I’m sorry, you are right. I…”

“YOU ARE DAMN RIGHT!!!!”

She screams as she cuts him off, he feels his frustration boiling up once more. But he knows that fighting fire with fire wouldn’t help him in any while trying to make up with Melissa. There’s a moment of silence between them, him trying to read her facial features for a while before lowering his head. He holds his gaze upon the floor for a while as he was searching for the right words before he staring her back into her eyes once more.

I’I am sorry for  being such an ass lately, I…”

“Oh wait, THAT makes everything so much better now. Thank you for those wonderful words Gerrit!!!”

He lifts his left arm, running his hand across his back as he is trying to keep his composure. He knew that she could verbally eat him up right now and he has know response to what she could produce when she is in this state of mind.

“I have neglected you, I have neglected my promise to you that I would share anything that is on my mind with you when I am like this. And I know that I haven’t, I don’t know what to say than I am sorry and I….”

He feels move closer to him, he could feel the intense breathing coming in contact with his skin. Her eyes are still showing nothing but anger, but suddenly she plants a passionate kiss upon his lips as her hands grab him by the side of his head. The sudden change in her behavior had caught him off guard for a few moments before responding by wrapping his arms around her slender waist. They kiss each other for the next few moments before breaking up their kiss of passion. Both reluctantly stare at each other, still feeling the anger inside of her made him lower his head. His eyes trace the floor towards her feet. Noticing her flip flops for the first time since he had entered the room. He always loved those flip flops as he adored watching her toes curl freely whenever she notices him staring at them. Suddenly his eyes notice them curl a little, causing him to lift his head upwards slowly to meet back at her gaze. There he stares into the most beautiful eyes he has ever seen in his entire life, causing him to melt as she gives him a weak smile.

“Why are you so lovable?? Even when I am mad at you, you still find a way to make me stop hating you.”

He lets out a sigh of relief, understanding how critical the past few weeks has been between him and her. He slowly reaches for her small left hand as he takes it in his right. Guiding her back towards the dinner table as they both sit down while still holding each other’s hand. He lifts her hand towards his face, rubbing her soft fingers against his cheek before kissing the fingers. His eyes slowly turn back towards hers, neither of them are capable of saying anything towards each other in that moment of intense mixed emotions.

“I love you Melissa.”

He says as he breaks the silence after five more minutes, a small blush comes over the cheeks of Melissa as that gives him a sign that her defenses are slowly crumbling.

“I have been very frustrated since losing that championship, to some wrestlers in this business they get upset because they lost their belt. For me it was a wakeup call that I had fucked up my hard work since losing those Mixed Tag Titles almost a year ago. Having to go through several opportunities to qualify for a titles shot at that Internet Title and finally succeeding… And only to throw it away at the first given opportunity. I…”

His words break off, fighting to keep the tears from flowing before nodding his head towards Melissa as he feels her caress his cheeks.

“But it was foolish of me to be solely focused upon me, I should have been there for you as well. It was your first championship, your first title loss and first loss in general.. and I…”

Again he chokes on his own words, staring at the loving gaze of the woman that he had asked to marry him. She silently leans back, crossing her arms across each other while staring at him with a look that made him unsure what she would say eventually.

“I’m glad that you have come to that realization, Gerrit, because indeed you were selfish. But to hear you state that you had to be there to comfort me? For what?? Just because I lost my title and my first ever match? Give me a freaking break, that is pathetic.”

Her gaze quickly turns back into a dark look, angry once more for him having said the most stupid thing that he could have ver said. Mentally he slaps himself across the face for being so stupid, this is one of the strongest women that heh as ever met. He had been in so many romantic moments with her, having sen her softer side had made him assume that she would have needed his shoulder to cry on, while in true realization the only thing that she needed was going to the gym with him and working up a sweat. This makes him realize that he has got much more to do to make things better between the two of them….

The following day

Goth can be seen in the gym working out, exercising with a pair of dumbbells while staring at himself in the mirror. The concentration can be seen being etched upon his face as he executes a few more reps before gently placing them back on the ground on either side of him. He sighs as he grabs his bottle of water and takes a big swig out of it before wiping his face with his towel.

“You wanted to talk to me??”

A familiar voice says as Whisper walks into the view, Goth does not look up as he holds his face inside of the towel for a few moments as the sweat is pouring down his face like crazy. He lowers his towel after wiping his face clean for a final time, staring into the waiting gaze of the woman that had helped him train Melissa to where she is today. He nods as he gestures for her to sit down close to him as there’s a chair in the corner of the gym, she takes a seat as he watches her cross her legs elegantly inside that outfit she is wearing.

“I need your advice.”

This causes Whisper to raise her eyebrow, she was used to handling some deals for Goth that he sometimes was too busy to do himself. But never had he asked this from her.

“Something wrong??”

Her question is sincerely concerned as she leans forward to stare at him closer as this causes him to lower his head. His hair falls in front of his face as it hides the worried look that he has on his face.

“I have been neglecting Melissa since losing my title, yesterday she confronted me about it and I realized my mistake.”

“Well that’s a good thing isn’t it??”

She asks with a look of hope upon her face, but that quickly changes when she sees him stare back at her with a painful expression.

“Oh, that bad??”

Goth growls as he throws the towel in the corner of the room, staring at it for a few moments before sighing as he turns his attention back to Whisper.

“I reacted in a way that I felt I had let her down. That I had to be there to help her through the emotional distress of losing your first ever match and the first ever title that she had held.”

She leans back, staring at him with a cold glare in her eyes that made Goth think back to the same stare that Melissa had given him yesterday.

“I know, I fucked up didn’t I??”

He says with a fake smile upon his face, but that quickly vanishes as Whisper doesn’t change.

“You do know she isn’t a baby that you need to feed every few hours right???”

He looks at her with a puzzled look on his face as he doesn’t understand the comparison that she is trying to make, causing her to roll her eyes before trying to explain.

“Look Gerrit, I understand where you are coming from. But Melissa is a badass, but you have to understand that she expects the same professional towards yourself as you have been towards her. And I can clearly tell by your reaction that you clearly didn’t. ”

He reacts annoyed, biting on his lower lip to not react by going off on her.

“I know, I just don’t know what to do to make it up to her.”

This causes a small smile to emerge upon her face as she understands his situation, she leans back into the chair as she stares towards him for a few moments that makes him become insecure.

“Whisper?? I….”

“Can’t you see Gerrit?? She doesn’t want you to go all out to make it up to her. She wants you to be you, to get back to your normal routine. Because she will thrive the best way as she knows that you are on top of everything.”

“You mean?”

She rolls her eyes before handing him the piece of paper that she had in her pocket, causing him to raise an eyebrow before looking at the piece of paper.

“You need to raise hell against these three names that are on that paper, because it’s for the shot at Ken’s world title.”

Goth’s eyes light up when hearing the news while staring at the three other names along with himself for the Main Event of this week’s Climax Control. His gaze turns back towards the names of Finn Whelan, Austin James And Chronic Chris Page as this causes him to grind his teeth while squeezing the piece of paper inside of his hand that has turned into a fist. A smile re emerges upon his face when he senses that desire once again that has brought him to many successes throughout the year

“I think I know just exactly how I am going to settle this.”

The shot slowly fades as Goth and Whisper continues to talk with each other, but that is for another time.

Respect, part one: Fin Whelan, Austin James Mercer and Chronic Chris Page.

The scene cuts back to Goth sitting in the living room of the hotel room he and Melissa are spending their time, the atmosphere is very dark as all lights are dimmed except one lamp in front of him on the table. He is seated at a lounge chair, staring intently at the light in front of him.

“I have done some soul searching the past few weeks since losing my Internet Title to a deserving Lachlan Kane, it made me realize that I had taken certain things way over my head, starting to believe in my invincibility that once made me the most revered and respected wrestler for quite some time, only to watch it drag me to my downfall. Something that I have got no problems in admitting, but admitting weaknesses is not always a sign of weakness.”

He says as his eyes are deadlocked upon the light, there’s no sign of any kind of emotion as his calmness is a sign of bad intentions to come for this weeks Climax Control.

“I’m certain that some of you would disagree, tell me that I just dropped the ball and I am not to the level that I should be at. Asking yourself publicly why I am even in this match to begin with?? And you know what’s funny? Recently, that was all that I could think of. But I guess the next question on your mind is what has changed??” And all I can say is that I turned my focus back upon one thing that I either have for you, or don’t. And that’s a word that once so elegantly sang by Aretha Franklin…. R-E-S-P-E-C-T.. Seven letters that make a word that holds a special place in my heart. Something that you got to earn, the old fashioned way. To beat the living shit out of me with the intention of taking away what I want to take away from you….. Because deep down inside I believe that I should be the one that owns everything in this organization, but you on the other hand need to take it away from me. It’s quite simple if you start to think about it. But I sometimes wonder what truly is on your minds…. some are the good, some are the bad…. And the rest?? Well you know the drill.

He smirks a little as he reflects towards the ugly in the final statement that he did not finish, placing his hands together as his finger tips touch each other while still staring into the small light in front of him.

“Funny how all three men in this confrontation I have been in the ring  with. Not so much as I would have liked for different reasons… But it all has got to do with the word respect. Something I have got none for you Finn, forgive me for showing no kindness and sympathy that you would be expecting from me. But you did turn your back on me didn’t you?? You just walked away from a Golden opportunity, to have had the opportunity to do what Lachlan Kane did to me. But you refused, you refused to open up to me and accept the biggest opportunity of a lifetime. Instead, you chose to remain in obscurity and in denial. Funny how things ultimately have a way to end up in a feeling of dejavu doesn’t it Finn?? Because here we are, once again. An opportunity for greatness, an opportunity to do something beyond your wildest dreams… And once again, I am a roadblock to keep you from achieving it… The question is Finn, will you be willing to stare me in the eyes this time?? Or will you just turn your back towards me like you did the last time?? Is that how you respect people?? Or is it perhaps the mere fact that you do not have a damn respectful bone in your own stinking body?? Because I have learned at a young age that before you are able to love somebody else, you need to love yourself… And I do not see you loving or respecting anyone else…. because you are incapable of doing such a thing for yourself….But that’s not my fault, it’s yours. You speak tough words on social media. You talked about getting another world title somewhere else, is that how you repay the same respect to those who give you a freaking opportunity?? An opportunity to shine as bright as a million of these lights in front of me combined… No, you preferred to feast upon someone else’s meal ticket and squander off. I hope you will think back to my words one day, Finn, because these words will be a thin red line throughout your entire damn career as your career will end up with me, just like they once said that every road would end up in Rome…. You just don’t even realize it don’t you??”

“Of course you don’t, that’s what seperates men like you with men like me. I take risks, yeah it sometimes doesn’t pay off. But what risk have you ever taken in your fucking life?? No wait, don’t answer that. Because unlike the other two men that I will address in a moment or two, at least I know that they have accomplished so much more that you could not even dream about. I don’t respect people that hide behind excuses, because I know you will utter so many about our last match. You see Finn, I don’t have any regrets for whatever I do inside that six sided ring.But for you I will make an exception, because deep down inside… i wish I had not let go off that submission hold on you. Because YOU my friend, YOU don’t deserve to be here… I don’t respect you, because you don’t even respect yourself…. So do me a favor, come back when you finally have decided that it is time that you grow some balls. Because I deal with men in this sport that I love, not little whining children that got a silver spoon shoved up their ass.”

He rolls his eyes, clearly not wanting to waste any more time on Finn Whelan, snorting his nose a few times before leaning his head back against the soft cushion of the lounge chair he is seated upon.

“At least I know that we won’t have that same problem don’t we Austin?? How much I have enjoyed those two Mixed Tag Matches that you and I have had along with our respectful tag team partners of Mercedes Vargas and Tempet. We both spoke of so much respect for each other, made me wonder whether we were trying to sickening each other’s guts or not.”

The words are being followed by a rather big smile upon his face, clearly enjoying the funny remark that he had come up with.

“But all joking aside Austin, I wished we had the opportunity to have clashed inside that six sided ring one on one, even if it was just a one time deal. your power, my in ring technical abilities? Oh man, that would have been magic. Two highly decorated champions in Sin City Wrestling, two men that love the business of being a pro wrestler. Two men that have a mean streak that knows no limitations. Oh such a wrestler’s wet dream to go up against someone that YOU know deep down inside would be a match made in heaven. And yet, it never happened. Did it James??

“Now I know things don’t always go as we wish them to, hell I would have paid money to be standing opposed to you one day. I’m glad that fortune sometimes smile upon us as we are merely days away from accomplishing that dream Austin, along with two other men that  all wish to stand nose to nose with my friend Ken Davieson for that world title of his.”

Goth raises an eyebrow at the mention of his fellow Saviors stablemate Ken Davison, the man that took Mac Bane to the level and beyond and earn his first SCW world title.

“Now I know that you were one of the first to have come in contact with the Saviors weren’t you?? Coming to the aid of  a man that you once wanted to destroy…. I have always asked myself what your thoughts had been since I joined the ranks of the same group that you wanted to destroy a long time ago?? I wonder whether your respect for me has died, whether you have problems recognizing the man that I still am today. I have not changed Austin, except for the mere fact that my purpose in life to have done it all one final time has grown to become an obsession Austin. An obsession that I know that you have been going through, finding the man that you were destined to be….  It must be eating you alive doesn’t it Austin?? To always be overlooked, to have always been looking on from the sidelines while others got the opportunity after opportunity. Opportunities that deep down inside your mind you are telling yourself that they do not deserve, I know that these thoughts haunt you Austin…. You are just too conflicted to admit it.”

“Oh God the sweet nectar of conflicted believes is merely listening to Psalms that states that YOU have to come to ME for the right answers…., All you have to do is to open up and I am not so sure whether you are willing to do so Austin.”

He runs his fingers through his hair, pulling the long black hairs all the way to the back as it falls behind the back of the lounge chair. Staring at the ceiling for a moment before he continues.

“You see Austin, unlike Finn Whelan, i see a confliction inside of you that I can tell that can be repaired. All you need is that one single push in the back to get you back upon the right track. But you have blinded yourself with nothing more than pure rage isn’t it Austin? Do not speak the bad word, or else the bad man will come down and destroy you.”

“That may be fine and well when you have a true purpose in life Austin, sadly the only thing that I can see that you have in common with Finn Whelan… that you have none, that YOU are just seeking a destination in life, just like I did before I found it when Mac Bane came to ME!!! To guide my life back to the promised land, by merely showing the respect that I could feel and nurture… Something that I could do for you as well Austin… All you have to do is just say the magic word and EVERYTHING will be alright once more….

“But I know you won’t do it huh Austin??”

Goth shakes his head from left to right, wrincing a few times as he feels some spots in his neck loosening up finally, something he experiences from time to time after having suffered multiple injuries throughout the years.

“But that’s okay Austin, I know that you are a proud man. YOu want to accomplish everything upon your own merit, something that I can understand, yet it will merely be a judgment call upon yourself that is destined to be wrong….. Now of course I can hear you utter the words that I should have held on to those two title belts way longer than I actually did…, but if that’s the only case that you can muster up to hide your own insecurities and doubts behind… Then be my guest, I have harmed far more often by merely being wasted than I could care about if you decide to take that low route Austin.. But know this Austin,  I’ve been desperte too… and look at me now.. Resurrected one more time to do the things that you can only dream about…. ”

Goth continues to stare at the ceiling before slowly rising his head back towards the camera as his eyes have rolled all the way to the back as we see nothing but whiteness for a few moments before it all comes back to normal.

“But dreams are merely a tool for those who are foolish enough to believe in them… Not me Austin…, not me….”

Goth then turns his face towards the camera, his demeanor has suddenly changed in one of full concentration. He is focused upon the camera as if he is staring someone straight in the face, a clearly different approach in comparison towards the two men that he had mentioned a few moments ago.

“The one thing that I have ever wondered how it would have been if I had a big brother. Oh yeah, I have an older sister, but I never got to experience having a brother of my own. Brothers love to tangle, brothers love to argue and sometimes get physical. And when you have not experienced something on your own while gorwing up, you tend to find something like that somewhere else. And even though I have faced many experienced wrestlers… I have never faced someone that has been in this business as long as me…. or in the case of Chronic Chris Page even longer

“Just don’t fool yourself by thinking that I am in awe with you Chris, that’s not my cup of tea.”

He smiles to the words that he had just uttered, taking a moment to let it all sink in before raising his eyes back to the camera with that same confident and cold look of his.

“How is life Chris? Living the great life that your wrestling career has provided you? Making waves throughout the many different companies and always being able to end up on top isn’t it?? I can respect that, the mere fact that you and I are from a both from an era that we don’t take shit from nobody and yet we are capable for giving the respect where it is due. And so I applaud you Chris, for assisting Ben Jordan in a crucial fashion that handed you and Ben Jordan the win over me and the current World Heavyweight Champion Godly Ken Davison. As well as handing Ben Jordan a loss on one of the greatest stages of the year in Sin City Wrestling showcases…. But it doesn’t tell me anything new Chris. Because I know deep down inside that you are a great competitor…. Someone that wishes to delve deep into the psyche of the other human being and get under their skin… Because that’s how you have been successful for all these years haven’t you??”

The constant stare in his eyes are getting colder and colder by the second, until he turns his attention away from the camera, looking at his hands as he is rubbing them together.

“I have to admit, it’s wonderful to once again stand in the same ring with another legend. Someone that I have faced already and have learned so much from that encounter. You see Chris, I’m not like those one and done wrestlers that you can find coming off the factory line by the dozens that are these wrestling schools, those who get the stamp of approval from their trainer in the hope that they will actually make it in this business. But they aren’t like you and me are they?? No Chris, we are from a crop of talent that is still left in this business… That somehow still manage to withstand the test of time…. I guess we can honestly say that we are Father Time aren’t we not???”

He executes a cocky smile before leaning forwards and to the side of the seat that he is sitting upon, grabbing a glass of orange juice as he stares at it for a while before taking a sip from it.

“I wish that I could say that Austin and Finn are on the same level of concern to me as you, Chris. But I would be lying to myself if I did. Oh sure, both are great competitors, we could be arguing about the mere fact that both of them deserve the same spot as us… One I could tell, but the other?? But alas, I am drifting off subject am I not?? Because I hated losing to you and Ben Jordan a while ago, it also made me realize that our paths would cross inevitably. And you know why chris??”

“It’s quite simple if you think of it, because you need me more than I need you. Oh sure, don’t get me wrong. I want to beat the living shit out of you just like I want to do against any other wrestler out there. But doing so against a man whose career has been so similar to mine and yet….. our paths have always been trying to avoid each other for some reason haven’t they Chris?? I know it isn’t fear, because we have bled fear and stared it in the eyes so many times that we no longer believe in fairy tales that second rate Jack Washington’s attempt to make you all believe. No, it must be so much deeper than that doesn’t it??

“It’s sure as hell not the tale of who has got the bigger track record of having done more insane things in comparison to the others… Because we both have done it all and have seen it all…So we can cross that ridiculous notion that teenagers seem to extract their confidence from. All because they made someone bleed… So no, that can’t be it either…. No Chris, it’s that unsational appetite to prove to the world who the better competitor is, until someone proves you wrong isn’t it?? And even though you withheld me from saving my tag team partner from certain defeat…. it ultimately ends up that you haven’t done anything else that would be having my name crossed off that bucketlist of yours now does it Chris??”

He takes another sip from the orange juice and closes his eyes for a few moments to enjoy the taste of the liquid while swallowing it down his throat.

“Now an uneducated fool would scream out from the top of his or her lungs that it had not proven anything. But I know that it did Chris, I know exactly what it means to YOU and to me. That this was just a sign for so much more to come and this is just another example of the brutality that could be expected from you and me. Because neither of us can afford a loss in this fatal fourway can’t we?? Even though we are at a point in our careers that wins and losses do not affect our legacies, do they??”

“And yet, we both know that deep down inside that neither of us want to come up short,for reasons that does not matter for those who do not understand us Chris. But I want to walk into this match knowing, KNOWING that I will walk out number one contender for the world title… Knowing that I have sent those who do not deserve this opportunity home empty handed…. That I have beaten a man that knows what it is like to hold that world title himself… having garnered once again that unspoken respect inside that six sided ring as we are competitors amongst each other… And then there’s you, the man that wanted to challenge the world…  A man that has the cockiness to do such a thing and is able to back up every single word that he has spoken out to the world… Because he knows that his fellow men are capable of beating almost every single challenger tha challenges them o a fight of respect.

“And yet, all I heard was a man speaking my language, my arrogance and my determination. Something that tells the world that no matter how many times you beat me down, I will always come back for more until I return the favor… Because we both know that we are capable of doing so…. You just happen to step into my existence Chris and I have to take away your chance to save you from ultimately grabbing that title shot and the chance to win that title.”

He puts down the glass back on the floor before turning his attention back to the camera and smiles.

“I have wished that this was a one on one confrontation Chris, it would have made my quest of reopening your eyes for the very first time in a very long time more enjoyable to watch before I turn my back and move on. But I guess just like siblings do, If I have to go through the others to get to the one… Then so be it Chris. one day you walk into another federation and take hom another championship belt only will be reflected upon those who you have claimed dared to accept your challenge… And just like I did challenge one of your boys, I do not run away from the Chronic Chris Page, because there is nothing for me to hide for Chris. Therea ret wo other names in this match that will say that this is just another match, that we are just two other challengers in a long list of names that they have already faced. But I know better, this is a chance to seal the deal of who truly will walk on…. who will need to save his chances of moving on… And who will fail….

“But until that moment comes Chris, I want you to remember… For what once was, is no more… And what is in front of us will truly be the most defining moment of either man’s career. But understand this Chris, this isn’t CCPE vs. the World… It’s CCPE vs. The King of Kings…. But you will realize that just like Austin James Mercer and Finn Whelan will once again…. That it is truly great to be King…..“

With that Goth signals the camera to stop as the shot fades.

The Genesis of Goth
 
Chapter Thirteen: Violent Conduct Title Defense pt.2.

September 1st 2022

New Delhi,

Goth can be seen entering the bar of the restaurant along with Melissa and Kimberly Pain, the three of them sit down at a table as Goth looks around as he is trying to soak in the atmosphere. This has been the very first time since many years that he actually had entered. Melissa looks at him, she can tell that he is nervous. She looks over at Kim, who was looking at either of them.

“So what do you guys want to drink??”

Melissa has an angry look on her face as she stares at Kim

“Kim.., that was uncalled for.. I…”

But Goth places a hand on hers, causing her to turn around towards him with a look of concern.

“It’s okay Melissa.”

“But….,”

She looks at him with a concerned look on her face, but she let her protest slide as she knew this was important to him. She turns her attention back towards Kim and sighs.

“I would like to have a whiskey Kim.”

Kim nods her head as she turns her attention towards Goth, who shows a look of doubt on his face, as if he was contemplating on backing off his decision.

“Gerrit??”

Kim asks as she lifts her left eyebrow, her voice had snapped him out of his thoughts as he looks across the table towards Kim. He looks at her without showing any sign of emotion, causing Melissa to become nervous. She is about to interject herself when suddenly

“Yes, I’m sorry Kim. I was somewhere lost in my thoughts, I would like a glass of Whiskey too.”

The reaction from G?oth had startled Melissa, who raised a hand towards her mouth in shock. But decided to turn her attention back on being supportive towards him, she had promised him that she would interject if she had felt that he would go too far. She knew that this moment would come, but hearing him order a glass of Whiskey had startled her still. Kim nodded her head as she walked off to order something for the three of them. This caused Melissa to turn her attention towards Goth.

“I know what you are about to say Melissa, but you promised you would at least give me the opportunity to drink a glass right??”

She had already opened her mouth to protest his ridiculous idea, but remembered that she indeed had agreed to not start to protest before he had a chance to try a drink. She quickly closed her mouth and turned her gaze away from him for a few moment, trying to regain some of her composure as she feels his right hand on her left. This caused her to turn towards him with her eyes slowly welling up with emotions.

“Gerrit, you don’t have to… I…”

He smiles at her comment, trying to ease her worries as he gently squeezes her fingers as it causes her to shiver.

“I love you Melissa and I know how troubled you are with my decision. It only shows how much you care and I am very thankful. But I have to do this.”

“No you don’t, I know you are strong enough to resist… I…”

His hand squeezes hers tighter, shaking his head as this causes her to become silent. She knew that he had to do this, she just didn’t agree with him. It pissed her off, she was so certain that his decision was wrong. But she knew that once he had made his mind that there’s nothing she could do for him to change it. Something that often pissed her off, making her wonder whether she had gotten accustomed to get her way as some of the Bombshells had claimed she had. Only to shake her head and tell herself that she shouldn’t let others get to her. Scowling as she remembered that this was one of the first lessons that Goth had taught her.

“I want you to know that no matter what, I will support you. I just want you to know that I don’t agree with your decision.”

She becomes silent as Kim has returned with their orders, handing both Melissa and Goth their glasses of Whiskey. Kim had ordered a cocktail, taking a sip from it as her eyes doesn’t leave that of Goth’s. Paying attention on whether he would reach from the glass of Whiskey. Goth stares back at Kim, slowly yet reluctantly reaching for the glass of whiskey. His eyes lower towards the glass, staring at the content that fills the glass. He started to ask himself whether he could remember the taste of the alcoholic beverage. He stares at Melissa, who had wrapped her hand around the glass and slowly lifts it towards her mouth, while eying him in return. Goth nods his head and lifts the glass of Whiskey towards his mouth and takes a sip.

“Well??”

Goth’s reaction answers her question, starting to cough out loud while gently placing the glass back on the table. Melissa stares at him, turning her eyes towards Kim and can’t help but giving her a look of relief. Realizing that the chance of him not wanting to take another sip of the glass of whiskey. Something that had caused her to feel relieved.

“Wow,I had forgotten how…”

“I just hope that you have decided to stop wondering whether you should return back to be a raging alcoholic Gerrit.”

The reaction had caused him to snap his eyes towards Kim, who has a cocky look on her face before shaking her head.

“Did I get your attention? Good, because you have to understand that this idea was really stupid Gerrit. I hope you will have no more doubt from now on.”

Goth’s stare is cold but decides to keep his mouth shut as Kim continues to talk.

“Was this your idea to see whether you are a macho and can handle liquor after being sober for years?? Are you out of your mind?? Now I know you are concerned about what had happened in the past, but why?? You have a wonderful woman sitting next to you.”

This causes Goth’s eyes to turn towards Melissa, who looks back at him with tears in her eyes as she can no longer keep her emotions in check.

“Do you see what you are doing to her?? What you had to put her through?? And for what?? You no longer need alcohol to be a man Gerrit, being there for Melissa and loving her and giving her all that she needs that is what being a man is all about!!!”

The realization is sinking in, he slides the glass of whiskey away from him as he turns his attention towards Melissa as he grabs her in his arm. This causes both of them to hold each other in an embrace as they are softly whispering towards each other as Kim looks on with a pleasant look on her face.

“I guess I have done my job, now it is time for me to pay for the bill and get you two out of here.”

With that the shot slowly fades.

[ b]The wonders of being the King, The King of Kings

Chapter: Lachlan Kane part two.[/b]

Goth is seen sitting in his hotel room, drinking orange juice as he is starring ahead of him. Thinking back at the scene the other day in the bar, regretting his stupidity and doubt of whether he needed a drink.

“Ever done something you regret?? I am sure you have.”

Goth says with a chuckle upon his face

”Everyone makes mistakes don’t they Lachlan?? But we always believe that whatever decision we had made at first was the right one. Just like you did by challenging me, sadly I have to tell you that you are wrong Lachlan. You see, have you ever wondered why nobody has answered my open challenge?? Of course not, you were merely blinded by greed weren’t you? Having a quick chance to challenge for a title that is way above your head. Merely because you realized that you had not have to do a damn thing to earn it. And why not, I would have done the same thing. The only difference is between you and me is that when I do, I will succeed. And if you are having doubts? Then let me just have my career record in the company do its talking for me.”

“And if you need another example of my reality to be more than just prove, then why don’t we ask the entire locker room of Sin City Wrestling. Ask them why it took them to allow someone to fly across the planet to answer a challenge? Besides two morons, consisting of you and The Troll there wasn’t anyone that dared to answer my challenge. It is rather amazing to notice that a locker room with talent that makes this company he number one company. But when it comes down to me challenging another man,k then it seems to be nothing more than a mere kindergarten cop rerun.”

Goth chuckles at thecomment that he had made, he knew that this wasn’t the case. But he had a point on the fact that nobody had answered his challenge until that one night with Lachlan did.

“I may have caused fear to enter the hearts of the wrestlers after me crushing the hopes and dreams of Finn Whelan. Or merely the fact that they have seen me represent this company in a fashion that they have never seen anyone do in recent past. The mere fact that us THE saviors hold three of the six titles, two of the Saviors square off for the world title. And where are you people?? Accepting nothing more than a mere role as card fillers. Even a man like Ben Jordan preferred stroking his ego against Chris Page, after hinting that he would love a shot at my gold. Isn’t that just disrespectful Lachlan?? Because I cannot comprehend of anyone believing having ashot against me. Reality hurts doesn’t it??”

He shakes his head and sighs.

“Don’t think I will not take you seriously Lachlan, because I will. And that will be the biggest problem in your career, it will make you regret to accept my challenge. It will make you understand why I am the very best wrestler in this company without the world title. And after this Sunday, I will no longer have to look back to a thought of what if. Because I am the internet champion and you are not. The best thing for you to do is to accept it and do what you think is best to save your ass. But I will give you a hint, just walk away or else I will crush you the same way you did to that Troll.”

With that Goth walk off as the shot fades

The Genesis of Goth
 
Chapter Twelve: Violent Conduct Title Defense.

August 22nd 2022

New Delhi,

We are a day away from Climax Control 340 where Goth and Ken Davieson lost a tag team match against Ben Jordan and Chris Page. Even though it wasn’t him that got pinned, he still felt that hehad not done what was expected from him. He had decided to get up early, he had told Melissa that he wanted to take some time for himself to collect his thoughts. Goth had decided to visit the Lotus Temple. There he has picked a spot to experience the One Ocean Event, a performing arts series celebrating the unity and diversity of humankind. There he experiences the performances, but merely uses it to meditate within himself. Finding peace with himself as his anger had boiled up ever since losing to Ben Jordan and Chris Page. Goth had not told anyone how he had felt, he has always felt most comfortable in dealing with losing matches within himself. A meditational way of finding peace within himself, something that he had been doing prior rejoining Sin City Wrestling

“I’m glad that I finally got the chance to visit this place.”


Goth says while watching the performance that is put in front of him, his eyes are mesmorized upon the performers as they are entertaining him and the remainder of the crowd that has gatheredaround them. Goth’s eyes sometimes move away, taking in the wonderful creation of the temple itself, as if being inside an enormous lotus flower. Causing him to imagine what it would be like to be an insect inside such a flower. This causes him to smile, something he had needed after this past Sunday. He knew that it was a team effort, you either win as a team or lose as one. It’s not blaming the loss to someone who gets pinned or is forced to submit, even though most of the time people would point at that as the sole reason.

Goth closes his eyes, thinking back to the moment that he had tried to break up the three count, that ultimately had led to the victory as Chronic Chris Page had withstood him from breaking it up. Making the suggestion for him that a team loses together an even more obvious situation. But he had not valued this as the main reason why he felt the way that he is feeling right now, it is the mere fact that his original opponent had bailed out on him, forcing Goth to ask for an opponent for Violent Conduct in a few weeks. Only to have it answered finally by a man that is called Lachlan Kane. Something inside of him was conflicted, on one side he was thankful that someone had answered the challenge… but it should have not be this way. People had to earn a shot, he had to earn it twice for crying out loud….While his original opponent was just handed the title shot after Goth had crushed him in a non-title match… and the man had decided to run away from the opportunity, but instead the man will be facing Hitamashii.

“God works through mysterious ways”

He says with a smile upon his face, realizing that he now has an opportunity to defend his championship title against Lachlan Kane. A man that at least took the liberty to fly to India and make his intentions felt, something that Goth could respect. He will prepare physically for his match in New Delhi. But now he has to clear his thoughts and what better than to do it somewhere spiritual.

He slowly rises to his feet, walking away from the performances that is still continuing for the remaining visitors. Goth walks towards the outside of the impressive Lotus flower like temple, where he sits down on a bench near the water, staring the water while thinking back of his journey that he had made last year all the way until today in India. He smiles, remembering how he was announced to be the special guest host for the 300th Climax Control show. Realizing that 40 Climax Control’s later that he is still there, while others had assumed that it would have been a one and done deal. He remembers his match with Caleb Storms, someone that he had concluded reminded him too much to Steve Ramone. A name that he knew from Global Wrestling Alliance, someone that always brought the best out of him… and so did Caleb.

“And then came Mark Cross….”

Goth shakes his head, remembering that he would face the man that at that point was the world champion. Someone that proclaimed that he would retire Goth, making him regret for returning to the ring once more. But The outcome of that match did not have the end result that was expected by the champ. Hell, the man has become an afterthought.

“Probably waiting for another opportunity in the Blast From The Past next year.”

Goth chuckles at his remark, The Blast From The Past was one of the most entertaining experiences that he had experienced, as well as a painful one in a different way. Teaming up with Candy had shown a side of him that he had not often endured. But ultimately she had managed to give him and Melissa the most romantic moment ever, so that he guessed had made it all worth while.

Goth notices people walk past him, apparently the performance had ended, he had hoped for some peace and quiet. He didn’t mind the crowded places, but at times like these he had preferred to be left alone. Deciding to ignore the people, at least they were no wrestling fans that would bug him for autographs or selfies taken with him. No, he had to prepare for his match. It was his first title defense since the mixed tag team titles that he and Mercedes had lost to Ryans and mikah.

“Too bad me and him never had the opportunity to face off one final time….”

He softly scowls, he respected the man’s ability. But he had always wanted a final opportunity to face that man one on one inside that six sided ring. To see whether he could finally get that one victory over him that he had never been able to do so, one of the few names that he knew he had never been able to beat… and that stung, even though he knew that when a life ends then there’s nothing that you could do to change it.

“Unless you consider beating his brother as a sign of clenching my thirst that is my desire to be the very best. But the sibling never was able to mount any type of offense that Kris Ryan could. And I made him pay dearly for his disrespect for the dead.”

The dead, something that Goth knew first hand how you cannot disrespect them, no matter if it is relatives or not. The dead either needs to be left alone or respected with justification.

“So I had to show his brother the respect he deserved by crushing his brother on Kris Ryan’s birthday. And I know firsthand that Kris was looking down and shaking his head in disgust.”is

His face shows a look of disgust after uttering these words, he shakes his head before placing his hands to his head and squeezes deep into his skull.
   
“I COULDN’T HELP IT!!! He deserved it!!!!”

He lifts his head, obviously aware that people are staring at him with a weird look on their faces, wondering why this man is screaming out loud. Goth’s eyes don’t even focus on the people, ignoring everyone that is surrounding him as if they are nothing more than mere insects bothering him. His hands runs through his hair, tying it up in a tail before sitting down and staring back at the water. He watches the fish swimming around in the shallow water that is quite clear to watch through. He watches the fish swim around aimlessly, having no direction at all as at one point they swim left, then right before swimming another direction.

“I bet it would be wonderful to live your life without any worry.”

He lifts his head upwards, looking around to see whether the people were still paying attention towards him. Laughing softly as he had noticed that the people have gone back to their normal lives as if nothing actually had happened. He quickly looks inside his jacket after receiving a message from Melissa, telling him that she had fun dissing Pussy Willow. This causes him to laugh out loud, he started to enjoy to see the sadistic side of Melissa emerge as nobody had believed she had it inside of her.

“That’s my girl.”

Goth had told her over and over again that nice girls get eaten up and chewed out by the Bombshell roster, referring to several examples that SCW but also other companies had with wrestlers that had the talent, just never that mentality with the mindset to survive anything and everyone that will cross your path. And luckily she had taken it by heart, the attack that she had come up with on Jessie Salco was priceless, it had given her tears of delight after witnessing her kicking down Jessie. The set up with the chair was something he it made him remember what he would have done when people dared to piss him off. He smiles as he messages Melissa back, telling her that he was going to be with her shortly as he gets up and walks off.

“What took you so long??”

Melissa playfully asks Goth as he walks into their hotel room, taking off his jacket and shirt before walking towards the shower as he prepares for a shower. She decides to walk after him, admiring his muscular back as he was standing in front of the shower while feeling the temperature of the water with his hand. She places her hand upon his back, causing him to slowly turn his face towards hers and meets her with a smile.

“Hi sweetie, I’m sorry for the delay. I got held up by some idiots.”

He says as he rolls his eyes, she smiles as she knows what he usually meant with the term idiots. She turns around and walks out of the shower room, leaving him to clean himself up as she orders for something to eat as the camera turns back to the shower, where Goth’s back is shown while being in the shower. Pouring shower gel all over his body before washing his hair. Turning around as he comes face to face with the camera crew.

“I warn you not to come closer, I’m dangerous you know.”

He says with no emotion shown upon his face, watching the camera slowly back off a little before he motions it to stop. He quickly wraps a towel around his  before stepping out of the shower as he follows it up by toweling his body dry before walking into the hotel room where he finds Melissa on their bed drinking a glass of water.

“How was the temple?”

She asks as her eyes runs over his body, he smiles as he drops the towel out of sight from the camera before putting on some jogging pants and drops down next to her on the bed before giving her a big kiss.

“It’s a big time lotus flower.”

The two of them laugh at his comment, he puts on a loose shirt before walking over towards the dinner car and stares at the plates, loving the view as he takes a bite from some of the meat.

“It was alright I guess, I just couldn’t find the peace that I needed to meditate. So I guess I will need another way to get that done.”



He turns his attention back to the dinner car, putting some food on his dinner plate before turning his attention back to Melissa who has gotten up to her feet and smiles.

“I think that dinner plate can wait, why don’t I give you a massage??”

This is welcomed by a huge smile from Goth as he has placed the plate back on the dinner car and takes off his shirt for Melissa to give him a massage.

The shot returns where Goth is on his stomach, resting on the bed while Melissa sits on his back while giving his back a massage. Heh as his eyes closed, enjoying the pressure in his back being worked on with her magic hands. Goth’s back has taken many hits throughout the years, causing it to have become less flexible compared to when he had begun his career in wrestling. Having to stretch for his matches before the knock on the door comes for him to compete. So having Melissa give him a massage has always been a treat for him.

“Enjoying yourself stud??”

Melissa says, causing Goth to chuckle and groans in delight, he thinks back to the times that his wife had done the same. But she often enjoyed the thought of teasing him by scratching her nails into his flesh, scratching his skin as it often brought the vicious side out of him before a match. He knew that Melissa wasn’t into these things and he had come to the realization that at his age he did not needed it anymore.

“Your neck feels so tight, something wrong hun?”

He scowled, he had hoped that she wouldn’t notice it. But then again, he would be fooling himself to think that she wouldn’t as she always did. He lets out a sigh as he slowly lifts his head from his arms as he feels her squeeze his neck muscles with her fingers and feeling her nails scratch his neck.

“God that feels good.”

He says as he drops his face back into his arms, resting it sideways as he allows her to continue the massage upon his neck muscles and shoulders.

“So much has happened in the recent weeks Melissa, the tag team match this past Sunday. Finally finding out who would answer my open challenge for the Internet title. Accepting the challenge from CCPE vs. the World… ”

Melissa silently nods her head as she continues to massage him while continuing to listen to what he has to say.

”The mere fact that I know that one day my career will come to an end Melissa, I want to look back at my career and to feel that I have exceeded my expectations of having done anything that I could have done.”

Melissa’s hands freeze for a moment before continuing the massage, she had heard him mention something of possibly retiring one day. But this sounded so much certain from him, making her worry when that moment would come. She had been enjoying being at ringside, watching him wrestle as it was another example of her education to improve as a wrestler. But she had known that this day would come, he had told her that he had a dream of marrying her at the next Summer XXXtreme cruise ship, wrestle a dream match and retire. Something that sounded as a dream come true, but now she has second thoughts about him retiring.

“You ok Mel??”

She scowled at herself, she had hoped that he would not have noticed her hesitation, but the realization quickly sets in that he had.

“You mentioning retirement just startled me a little bit.”

She knew that the only thing she could do was tell him the truth, she did not want him to retire as he looked rejuvenated since his return last year.

“I didn’t say I was going to retire any time soon.”

He says with a smirk on his face as he feels her playfully tickle his sides after hearing his answer. The two laugh as there is a few moments of silence as Goth enjoys the massage, giving Melissa the time to think about his words. She felt that she could learn so much more by merely watching him wrestle. Her eyes travel off to his back, she had always loved his muscular upper body. But at moments like these she could trace every scar that he had endured through his career. Wondering how much pain he had endured throughout his career, causing a painful shock to run through her body as that caused to tense. This causes Goth to look over his shoulder with a concerned look on his face.

“Melissa, are you alright??”

Melissa slowly gets up, walking towards the bathroom as she did not want him to see her cry. She had felt as if she was living on cloud nine. Everything that she and Goth had touched would turn into gold, but now it seems as if things were crumbling down right in front of her eyes.

“Melissa??”

Goth turns the corner, entering the bathroom where he finds Melissa leaning over the sink with both hands on either side. Feeling her tears to fall from her face before grabbing a towel to cover her face, not wanting him to see how much it hurt her. Goth carefully grabs her by the arms, pressing his body against her as this causes her to tense up even more. Slowly he turns her around before taking her into his arms, causing her to wrap her arms around his waist as she squashes her body against him. Feeling so vulnerable for the first time in a long time.

“It’s okay hun, I’m here.”

His words are soft and caring, the side of him that she knew he only could when he was around her. It made her feel so vulnerable right now, whispering him how much she loved him as he caressed her back and told her the same.

“I just enjoy watch you wrestle every single time that you step foot inside the ring, makes me want it to last forever.”

He lifts her face up from his chest by pushing her chin up with the use of his fingers. Their eyes lock with each other for the first time since she had offered to massage him. He gently kisses her lips and pulls away slowly.

“Like I said Melissa, there is so much more that I want to accomplish before I will even consider to retire. So I promise you nobody will be safe as long asthat day has not arrived.”

Melissa gives him a smile, feeling reassured that perhaps his dream will come may come true when she is ready to accept that day to come.

[ b]The wonders of being the King, The King of Kings

Chapter: Lachlan Kane[/b]

Goth is now inside the gym, running on the treadmill to uphold his cardio. The sweat is pouring upon his face as his gaze is focused upon the television screen in front of him. He is watching series of matches that he has been in the last few months, as he is always critical about the small mistakes that he may have made during those matches in order to improve. His hand reaches over towards the bottle of water, taking a quick sip before placing it back in its holder. His eyes quickly looks down at the numbers on the computer screen of the treadmill before turning his attention back to the screen. Watching the match at Summer XXXtreme, where had beat Jack Washington with submission and obtain the internet title. Just at that moment the alarm clock on his apple watch hits, as the timer that he had set has ended. Causing him to turn the treadmill on the cooldown mode, slowing the pace until he is walking and trying to catch his breath. He grabs the bottle of water and take a few more long sips from the bottle before ultimately stepping down from the treadmill before wiping off the sweat from his face.

He turns around, seeing that the gym where the other members of the Saviors have left the training facility. He smiles, he had always prided himself by being one of the first to enter the gym and being the last to leave. He takes a final sip from the bottle of water before noticing the camera crew, smiling to a thought that just popped into his head.

“I am glad you didn’t interrupt me while I am sunbathing.”

Referring to when the camera crew bothered Melissa at the swimming pool.

“I’m sorry to inform you that I have not bought any new bathing suits for me to show you. So I guess you just have to do with me in a sweaty mess.”

He says as he walks over towards a bench near to him, dropping down as he places the towel across his broad shoulders, taking one end of the towel and wipes his forehead one last time before dropping it across his shoulders once more.

“Just like I am sorry to inform the world that I feel bad for those who had hoped to have seen Jack Washington instead of me as the champion. Because lets face it, Jack preferred to stay at home, hoping that everyone would forget that he held the internet champion and not get any challenger. Because I am so differentl.”

He smiles, grabbing the bottle of water and takes the final sip.

“And for some reason I got the feeling that nobody even cared about the Internet championship belt. I had to call out the entire roster during a live show, where the only sound that I was hearing were crickets. Seriously? A championship belt that was held by many great champions, champions like Kris Ryans, J2H, Despayre and yes, even Jack Washington was someone that claimed to have held that championship belt with pride. And this happened?? Someone, whose name I will no longer mention was granted a title shot and refused. REFUSED IT!!!”

Goth scratches his head in amazement over the fact that someone would be turning down the opportunity to become Internet champion and follow in the lineage of past champions.

“But after the last Climax Control my prayers were answered, where Lachlan Kane answered the challenge that nobody seemed to care about. Where I want to thank you Lachlan for at least man up and take the chance to challenge me.”

“And I can hear people think to themselves why I would care whether someone would answer your challenge. But these people are just merely short sighted, being used to have a coward as champion like Jack Washington. Just accept the money that you make as a champion and shut up. ”

This causes Goth to shake his with a look of sadness on his face.

“I may not be the most popular guy in this company, or even in the world for that matters. But I do bring honor to a championship legacy, I respect those who have come before me and will come after me. No matter how I feel about you personally, when your name is put upon that golden plate and says that you are the champion of that division… you have achieved something and achieved something. Something that nobody can take away from you, but once you have it… you have to earn it every single time that you go out there and defend that belt. Because no matter if you like it or not, that title reign could end on every given night that you got the opportunity to defend that belt and earn the respect from the watching crowd in attendance and the millions watching around the world.”

“Suddenly changes the whole perspective on a championship match of this caliber doesn’t it Lachlan? Perhaps I have misjudged most of the people in the back. Or have I misjudged some of the veterans that I have thought that would jump at the opportunity as if they are sharks that smell blood. But I guess I must be bleeding something completely different, because it took until YOU… Well you and that idiot of a Troll to answer my challenge. And I got to be honest Lachlan, I was a little bit disappointed.”

Goth cocks his head to the left for a few moments as he sees Mac Bane enter the gym to grab something. The two men share a look without telling a word as Mac Bane nods his head and walks off.

“Forgive me if I may have said something that made you jump at the opportunity to get my head checked. But let’s be honest Lachlan, you had to fly all the way from the other side of the world because you had the desire to be the champion. And  like I said earlier, I comment you for that. But what has happened to this organization? Where some people believe that they are big enough to dictate what happens into their careers. That they feel too big for certain championship belts, holding out in the hope of ever getting called up for an opportunity to be challenged by Mac Bane. And all I have to say about that is seriously?? You think that a man would jump to the conclusion that one guy that walks away from a lesser championship would get a shot at his?? I think that with all of this going on, Mac Bane will have no other choice to challenge someone from his inner circle once more. Because beyond a handful of people, there aren’t many people left in this company that has the right to even look at my belt let alone challenge for it.”

“Now I know you cannot speak for others Lachlan, so I will not ask you to do so. But you have to admit that this is rather strange isn’t it?? That people decide not to risk their careers for a shot at the title that I am currently holding?? Is it because of long jeopardy?? Or merely because they know what I can do inside of that ring and if Jack Washington is too scared to do something about it… then why not 99 percent of the entire male locker room!!! And I will tell you. It’s been going on since I returned at the end of last year, where I faced then champion Mark “The Dragon”  Cross in just my second match back and beat him. Did I ever get a complimentary thought of perhaps being moved up a few slots to get in line for a future title shot?? Oh hell no…, I had to sit down and watch people squander opportunity after opportunity. Making me wonder why in the hell that the management of Sin City Wrestling is so desperate to put their faith into young and up and coming wrestlers who may have a future in this company… down the road… And why not a veteran like yours truly?? And I will tell you, because they did not have enough confidence for me to stick around for much longer. Not wanting to squander the hopes and dreams of their future stars for an old one… merely because they judged me from decisions I have made in the past… like stepping back as internet champion because my then wife was pregnant. Something that I knew was the only decision I could make… but to this very day it still make me feel regretful for ever doing so.”

“And now? I had to earn two shots for this belt, I had to earn it Lachlan, I had to do it the only way that I ever wanted to. Earning it inside the ring and not having to wait until someone is willing to scratch my back. While deep down inside, they know I have scratched theirs so many times… that their backs should be bleeding by now. But not anymore Lachlan, they cannot ignore me anymore… so what happens?? I get another example of what I like to call: Being Crossed out. Referring the denial of one Mark Cross, because I knew that he was too scared to face me for that belt. I am sure he will hide behind his title loss against Mac, but he had that belt again afterwards. He could have done so around then, but decided to chicken out of his responsibility… only to wait for next years Blast From The Past… I guess he is Mister Temporary, while I am here every single week…. Yet, they didn’t wanted topushme… how stupid of them.”

“So I issued the challenge, expecting nothing but a joke to enter. And almost it did, until you showed up. And at first, I have to admit. I thought a Fenris would make a shocking return, I thought perhaps an established name would show up, perhaps a surprise signee from outside the company with a resume from New York to Tokio… And instead, I got you.”

Goth shakes his head, showing a look of disappointment on his face.

“I am aware that you will take these words merely as being disrespectful, but in reality I am not. I am just concerned that you will end up like Finn Whelan. All big words, but no guts. When I saw you come down the aisle, I thought back to the guy that is now resorted being one of the opening matches of this show. A wrestler that doesnot deserve to be named until I see him accomplish something. And I know, I know you have been successful in the past Lachlan, having held the Mixed Tag Team Championships. Something that like I said before, I respect you for that. But what happened after tha Lachlan?? Because it feels like you are just another opportunity for me to be denied. Denied to have faced Kris Ryan and Mikah in a rematch for those same Mixed Tag Titles after having lost them. Being denied being recognized as a competitor that could still have a value for this company, having the Saviors at least show me the respect thati have deserved all along. And then it was you, the only true challenge of the two that came out to the ring…  And even though I feel honored that you answered the challenge. It wasn’t the opportunity for Sin City Wrestling to FINALLY acknowledge me as the man with the most title reigns in the history of this company. And that hurts Lachlan, perhaps one day you will understand.”

“But does that mean I will not take you seriously in eight days Lachlan? Then I can already spoil the hopes and dreams that you may have in me doing so. Because I have got even more desire to prove you all wrong since winning this belt… because then I was already disrespected. And I will continue on punishing everyone that gets thrown in my way or is stupid enough to think that they got a chance against me…. And I will keep doing this until I get what I deserve…And trust me Lachlan, how good you may very well be…. It isn’t and will never be YOU.”

With that Goth slowly gets up and walks as the shot slowly fades.

The Genesis of Goth
 
Chapter Eleven: The very Best

August 17th 2022
 
JW Marriott Hotel, Chandigarth
 
Goth drops his jacket on the bed after he and Melissa have entered their hotel room, placing his suitcase next to the bed before giving his fiancé a hug and kiss. The two stay there motionless for a few moments before breaking the embrace.
 
“See you in a bit, going to take a shower first.”
 
Melissa says as she gives him a wink, he smiles as he nods his head before sitting down on the bed. Grabbing his cell phone and checks his messages, smiling as he sees some pictures from his son who has flown back to visit his grandmother. Goth was happy to have spend some time with his son and Melissa together, but now with the focus back to this week’s Climax Control and Violent Conduct coming up forces him to concentrate on what he has to do.
 
He places his cell phone down on the bed next to him after replying to his son, he drops backwards on the bed and spreads his arms while staring at the ceiling. He remembered how different things were when he had started his career nearly 20 years ago, he could not afford the luxury that he was having right now. But his confidence that one day everything would change had kept him from going insane, plus the many nights snuggling with his wife had gotten him through the worst of times that he could remember. Back in the day he had a desire to be better, to being able to support him and his wife. And if that had meant to secure title wins, stabbing the ones that he had trusted in the back before they did it to him… Then he would, it was a character trade that had hardened him, to drop the sentimental bullshit that he  had seen many others during his career crumble underneath the pressure.
 
“Back then you knew who you could trust and who just came along for the ride.”
 
He smirks, it was a line that his wife had often said to him to remind him that he shouldn’t be too open minded for those who would try to sell him nothing more than hot air. Back then it had driven him crazy, but it had caused him to smarten up and see the truth between the lines. Something he had learned to adapt and use with those he could and had to trust, just like this coming week when he and his fellow Savior Ken Davison teamed up against an unlikely duo to compete in a once in a lifetime match.
 
“Goth and Ken Davison vs. Ben Jordan and Chris Page. The Cockney King and the Chronic One… ”
 
The words swiftly leaves his lips as if he had spoken them a million times, but truth is that these are merely a once in a lifetime. A confrontation that would make people look back at many years from now with he realization that they had witnessed a fantasy become reality. The What IF in sports media, hypothesizing what would have happened if Ali had faced Tyson, Jordan vs. Lebron and the list goes on and on. And now? There are four names that would have never thought that they would ever be in the same right with each other, let alone compete.
 
He smiles, it makes him think back to the first time he had faced Lady Ashe, a woman that had dominated the company he was in back in 2006. Dominated many of the superstars, winning the world title in the same fashion he would have done a year later. The first time they faced was a mid-card match for a mid-card championship. A year later it was built as the two Psycho Circus winners go head ahead to determine who the very best was of the two. Well history had ultimately come to the conclusion that it was the man from the Netherlands.
 
“Ugh, it’s time to order something to eat.”
 
He says as he gets up, grabs the phone next to the bed and informs the reception of what he and his fiancé want to eat. He decides to take off his shirt and walk into the bathroom. He notices vaguely the curves from Melissa through the shower door window as he walks towards the sink and splashes some of the water across his face before staring himself down in the mirror. Recognizing the features of a man of 45, something that to this very day was surprised off that he could still compete at this age against young talents that already are believing that they had reached the pinnacle of their careers. This caused him to laugh before splashing some more water in his face.
 
“What’s so funny?”
 
Asks Melissa as she had opened up the door of the shower so that she could peak her head around the corner smiling. He smiles back at her as he turns around and leans his hands against the sink. Staring at the long wet hair of the woman that he had fallen in love with several years ago.
 
”How long you were going to claim that shower today.”
 
Goth is met by a playful scowl from Melissa, who tosses a bottle of shampoo towards him that he manages to catch at the last moment. She closes the door quickly as he hears her giggle. He remains there standing before turning around, he was tempted to step into the shower with her but decided to rest a little before preparing for another work out.
 
Later that day the camera’s catches Goth in the gym, working out solely as Mac Bane is nowhere to be seen. Goth knew that the world champion had some other business to attend to outside Sin City Wrestling, he thought about him being the special guest referee as that brought a smile upon his face. Already soft whispers have been flying through the hallways about several what if scenario’s. About who he would align with? Would he be able to call it straight down the middle?? And the only thing Goth is concerned about is getting ready for most likely THE match of the year so far for him. The sweat is pouring from his face as he is bench pressing several more times before placing the halter back upon its position and sits upwards. He wipes some of the sweat from his brow before taking a drink of water. He takes a moment to draw his attention away from the workout for a moment as he notices Melissa running on the treadmill. He smiles, he had enjoyed the pure shock on the faces of everyone in attendance this past Sunday on Climax Control. There she had taken out Jessie Salco and would have done so much more if it hadn’t been for her friends that had come to the rescue. The people were outraged over her antics towards Jessie, but it was Goth’s mental installments that had prepared her for the sudden change in demeanor. He had seen the vicious side brewing inside of her, something he knew that would be necessary at times to succeed in this business. Because even though how successful Jessie has been in the past, you have to realize that good girls always finish last.
 
He slowly gets up, looks at the ring where he sees Ken Davison spar against one of the trainers. He had come to respect the man even more after their one on one confrontation to determine who would become the number one contender for the internet title. Goth respected the man that, just like him is a veteran to the game that takes no bullshit from others and does not like the flashy stuff that is popular these days when it comes down to the sport of wrestling.
 
“Take him down Ken, that’s it.”
 
Goth notices him starting to whisper encouragements to his fellow Savior, knowing full well that Ken doesn’t need it and knew he didn’t hear him. Causing him to realize how much he is invested in the group that has helped him see the light of how much he wasn’t getting the opportunities THEY felt he should have gotten. Although Goth was satisfied with the role he had in the company, he for some reason felt that something was missing. And he has found that fire that he knew from memories past and the taste for success only made him want more. Goth finally snaps out of his thoughts when he sees Ken nod towards him, he nods his head in understanding and walks towards the bar where they both order some refreshments.
 
“I guess it is time that we share the ring once again doesn’t it??”
 
He says with a smile upon his face as he takes a sip from the protein shake that he had ordered, savoring the taste in his mouth before wiping his mouth off as he stares at the knowingly smile from Ken Davison.
 
“You know, Gerrit, at least we’re on the same side of it this time.”

Ken smiles wryly.

“Funny when you think about it. When Mac talked me into coming over here, the Saviors were supposed to be this group of thugs. Look at us now. Turned from that bunch of thugs to household names? We’re sitting here, names on the marquee, holding half the gold. I’d say we’re doing alright for ourselves.”
 
The two smile, each of them taking time to enjoy their drinks. Goth looks ahead of him, thoughts drifting away towards this Sunday. Facing two men he has in his career had met Ben Jordan only once. In case of Chris Page it’s not so difficult that neither men has ever met as both men have never been up and down the road as competitors for the same company. But that’s fate as he has an opportunity to change that.
 
“Guilder for your thoughts??”
 
Asks Ken, causing Goth to snap out of his thoughts and stare at the man’s face. He could see the deterioration in his face from all the battles he has been in throughout his careers, the scars that he knew he has over his body himself as well. Causing his respect for his fellow Saviors member to grow even more, wondering who truly would win when he and Mac Bane would decide the outcome of the world title.
 
“I want to win this one Ken, that’s obvious I know. But there is so much more at stake than merely this tag team match. Pride, honor. The mere fact that I can stare in the eyes of the man that I have not faced since Climax Control 100, to know how much has changed since that Battle Royal that took place many years ago. As well as facing a man that wants the world to believe that there’s nobody better than him. You do know what that does to a man with my pride don’t you??”
 
Ken stares at me before he decides to answer Goth.

“A man with your pride. I will have to get my a DVD with my greatest losses on it. You see this?”

Ken holds his hands out, showing two large, roundish scars on the palms of his hands.

“This is what pride got me… crucified. Don’t recommend it, by the way. Don’t get me wrong, that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t walk in there like we’re not two of the baddest men in this business, because we are. I’m just saying we let the two of them believe that they are exactly what their pride says they are. They want to believe that they are better than us? Let them believe it. I’d rather speak with my actions and show them otherwise.”[/color]

Goth is silent for a moment, letting the words from Ken Davison sink into his brain. Causing him to realize that he is right, his fingers dig into the table that they are seated at. He finally nods his head and grins

“I hate it when you are right, but this is Ben Freaking Jordan and Chris Page. If I had the opportunity to choose on who I would want to get face to face with inside the six sided ring, then I have to disappoint Finn Whelan and Lachlan Kane and put all my money on Ben Jordan. Because I know that this man sets the standard in this company for how many years?? And even though this man has been without a world title for so many years until finally obtaining it two years ago…. He is st

ill a key component of what made this company. And even though I am making bigger strides every single time, I feel there are a few hurdles that I still want to take and he is one of them.”

He smiles towards Ken Davison

“But I have not lost sight on what is going to take place this Sunday my friend.”

“This match is important for a number of reasons. Both of us have been riding huge waves of momentum and knowing I have Mac waiting for me, I need every ounce of momentum I can get. Besides, Jordan’s got a win over me and I am a huge fan of avenging my losses.”[/color]

Goth nods his head, he takes a sip from his protein shake, he stares at the spot where Melissa is doing a workout with some dumbbells before turning his attention back to Ken.

“I will be there to make sure that we get opportunities to win Ken, because I know that we need to be at our absolute BEST to beat these two. Continuity is key in this match, something that we have since I joined the Saviors. We MUST take advantage of this to beat two great wrestlers. We owe this to ourselves to prove this to them.”

The seriousness on Ken’s face shows he understands the gravity of the situation.

“The way I see things, I am always the underdog. I’m always older, slower, weaker… there’s always some disadvantage. That’s why I look for any opening I can take. Page and Jordan, they aren’t a team. They aren’t brothers. They are, above all else, not fighting for anything bigger than themselves.:[/color]

Ken grabs his water bottle, finishes it, and screws the cap back on.

“We aren’t going to sit here and allow ourselves to be made examples of. There is a reason that the front office has resorted to booking matches where one Savior faces off against another of us. That’s because we are the standard bearers of this company. We are the men and women that each and other wrestlers in this company are measured against. Ben Jordan and Chris Page are going to learn that, just like Wolfslair and anyone else who thinks that they can stand against us, we are the best for a reason..”{/b]

Goth’s expression is as serious as that of Ken Davison, he knows that the worlds hold truth to what he is speaking.

“I always go into a match with the knowledge that this match is the most important one for me at that point. And this Sunday won’t be any different, THIS will ultimately have to prove WHY we have been put in this match against these two legends, you speak off that you are always the underdog going into a match??? At this point, there isn’t any other man that I would rather have in my corner to watch my back against these two men. Because even though I may have set record after record, deep down inside the expectation is that Ben Jordan will overcome all the odds that will be thrown in front of him. But deep down inside his gut, I know that he will be looking across the ring against two men that are more than capable of making everyone’s lives a living hell…. theirs included.”

“I know I sound like I’m in front of the camera. I’m not trying to convince you, I want you to know that, brother. It’s just how I work myself up. This match is different for me, yet, it’s very much the same as Himatashii and that other guy from Sin City Underground. I know technically Underground was still Sin City, but I wasn’t about to let two guys from there come in and take food off of my plate. If I wouldn’t let them, I sure as hell won’t let Page do it.“[/color]

Ken chuckles to himself.

“I should be writing this down. There’s some good material I could use later.”

Goth chuckles at the remark from Ken Davison and nods his head.

“I am glad that we are on the same page Ken, we both have travelled different paths to get to this point in our careers. But we are here to put an end to something before it even has an opportunity to hatch. Because Chris Page will walk away in the end after a few more checks being cashed in… And Ben Jordan?? He is a man that I have a lot of respect for, But he is a man that I have to beat this Sunday, not because he once have beaten me… But because I know I am capable of doing something that only a few have done. And that moment has to come this Sunday, wouldn’t you agree??”

He smiles at Ken Davison

“Of course. We’re completely on the same page.”[/color]
Goth smiles as the two men continue their talk while the shot slowly fades.

The wonders of being the King, The King of Kings
 
Chapter: Ben Jordan & Chris Page.   

August 19th 2022

Goth can be seen seated on the third row at the Rock Garden Outdoor Amphitheatre, overlooking the crew of Sin City Wrestling building up the six sided ring that he and Ken Davieson will be competing inside against the unlikely twosome of Ben Jordan and Chris Page. The Internet champion is clothed in a bright Hawaiian and matching knee high shorts, drinking from a bottle of water as he motions to the camera crew to come closer.

“Thank you for being able to come over and have me discuss the up and coming tag team match this coming Sunday on Climax Control. Apparently Sin City Wrestling has not lied when they have told the world that they would make this Indian tour a dpecial one. Pitting four of the most experienced wrestlers in a tag team match, a team that I could say that I have only faced off against Ben Jordan once, back at Climax Control 100. And that was in a losing effort in a Battle Royal. And a man that has been a travelling journey man throughout many federations, where he had obtained more success than anyone can imagine. And the question on everyone’s mind is, are we excited???”[/color]

Goth grins while shaking his head , he unscrews the top of the bottle before taking a sip from the water and stares back at the camera.

“I know you must have been thinking that the answer would bewhether Chris and Ben could co-exist?? And even though it has indeed crossed my mind a few moments, I realize that if there are two men that could jell together like a well-oiled machine. Than it would be these two, wouldn’t you agree?? And seeing the multitude of experience considered by those who like to use the Old Yeller terminology to put the emphasis upon our age. Something that would be too foolish to even be relevant at this point. Because each of us are just like a good vintage wine, we only get better by the years.”[/color]


He says as his eyes are respectfully admiring the craftmanship of the crew that is nearly done finishing building up the six sided ring. Goth’s eagerness to test the ropes needs to be tempered, as he knows that the magic will happen this Sunday and not tonight.

“I have to admit that I got excited after seeing the card being put up and saw the names of you two gentlemen. I usually do not reserve myself to pleasantries, but don't get used to it. Because I am going to only use it once, just so that you Chris could feel welcome at this company. Because its only a temporary thing before our paths will take our own direction once more. Me defending the championship, Ken wanting to dethrone the world champion. And you two “gentlemen” are going to be in a fight of your own.”

“And I can hear the people grind their teeth, waiting for me to ask the million Dollar question, will they co-exist?? My question is that they better be, because in a match like this. A match that is more important to me than any title opportunities to be once again claimed in my own greatness. This is a match want EVERYTHING to be perfect, that there isn’t anyone out there that will utter the mere IF… or BUT, because that would only take away from the legacy of one of these four men that will do something that only a horny grasshopper could beg for. To have beaten a man of legendary status, to have the crowning moment of knowing that one man cannot overcome one pin attempt or submission that he has to go through in a losing effort. The question remains…, Who will it be???”[/color]

There’s a moment of silence as Goth’s mind is racing before shaking his head with a glee.

“Would it be Ben Jordan? The man that has slain so many men, that has beaten my tag team partner and the current world champion without gunning for their belts. Or should it be Chris Page?? The outsider looking in, associated with Mac Bane and a hell of a wrestler of his own. And the mere thought of choosing between these two IF the opportunity would fall upon me to do so… I have to admit, it doesn’t matter. Because I know deep down inside, with the run that I have been having as of late that I know that I can take down both men.”

Goth stops talking for a moment as he stares into the camera with a concentrated look on his face, his intensity is intensified as he knows this isn’t a match where he can make fun of his opponents or take them lightly.

“I have heard the words from Ben, I have heard the words from Chris. And it’s all dandy and swell for them to come here for a one off thing and tell the world that they are just going to beat us. It may work on a Jack Washington, it may work on a Finn Whelan. Hell, I am sure that it will work on a Troll for all that I care. But seriously gents?? You are talking about a man that has been wrecking down the entire wrestling roster that has been thrown in front of me, followed by the excuses of the higher ups of them not having any better.”

“I make this product better, me and Ken Davieson make this product bearable. Because let’s face it, since the part timers only come out for special shows for a quick paycheck. It’s upon those who have been deemed unnecessary at first. Because this company has been building solely upon men like Fenris, men like Ben Jordan, men like J to the motherfucking H. And fate sometimes looks its ugly head every now and then as it takes away those who actually meant a damn thing as in Kris Ryans. His passing was a black cloud over this company, but if it wasn’t for me and Ken Davieson… you two jackasses wouldn’t have even considered showing up to strike your ego’s now would it??”

Goth’s expression turns into an annoyed one as he runs his fingers through his hair for a moment as he continues.

“Ben, you actually want to play mind games with me? I mean seriously, I had you up higher on a silver platter of being a dream opponent since CC 100. But I guess what I thought back then has evolved into disappointment. Seriously man, are you going to use the playbook that Jack Washington desperately tried to oppose on me?? Or are you merely stuck in 2020 when you successfully defended that championship belt against Senor Vinnie? Anyone can do that against an mental unstable moron like that you know??  And let’s not go on about your glorious run against other Saviors members that have held championship belts. Is this my opportunity to tell the world that I am different??? Please Ben, I have seen that trick so many times before that I just had to scratch an itch that I had forgotten that still existed.”

Goth shakes his head and playfully pouts his lips.

“I realize now that we should have had a match many years ago Ben, it would have opened up your eyes and helped your delusional antics my friend. Now I am not saying that you aren’t one of the best, because your track record clearly states it. But seriously Ben, to have officially opened up the floodgates of Heaven and have the angers sing out your names in a harmonious fashion?? Then I have to tell you this my friend, the only hymns you will be hearing is when The Man comes around. Because unlike Climax Control 100, I know I would have send you back to the drawing board and reconsider your career a million ways… But that will change this coming Sunday my friend.”

“And then there’s Chris Page.”

Goth rolls his eyes after uttering the word of the man that has got more youtube channels than many other people out there.

“Mister big time challenge, a man that wants the shock up the world with his Company. CCPE vs. the World. Good God man, did you know how often I have had to sit through and having to listen to people like you?? Quite honestly I must have count my friend. I mean sure, 18 world championships is an achievement on its own, perhaps with a number 19 coming up soon. But that’s all nice and well son, but how would fate fair you well IF you walk out Climax Control with a record of zero wins and two losses?? Now we can all state that it isn’t due to your tag team partner isn’t it Chris?? I mean seriously, you had Mac Bane, the current world champion and now the man that is once again licking his chops of prodding himself for another championship belt. Great names that are seemingly unbeatable… and that’s where the problem lays Chris… it seems that way isn’t it?? It makes things so much easier knowing that the other has got your back isn’t it??”

“Well the problem this go around my friend, that the only one that is having your back this week is me. Because I have a bullseye burned into your back and chest, I have even carved one inside your soul. Making things so much easier knowing when to strike when the moment comes. Quoting to the world the top ten favorite quotes ever made by Chris Page, making them forget that you seem to be as repetitive as all of your podcasts. Oh yeah Chris, I have been listening to your shows. Especially the one that you did with Justin Yorke, best way to fall asleep is to listen to some guys talking shit about how they have changed the world of wrestling. How nobody is willing to challenge them in CCPE…. Not realizing how much your future is hanging in the balance this coming weekend Chris. Not realizing that I will alter the future of the head of CCPE and his left hand man Justin Yorke.”

“Now I know that you must be laughing at these statements, wondering who the f*** is this Goth guy. And its quite simple Chris, I am the guy that your career has been able to avoid for at least twenty years since I entered this business. Two top dogs in the wrestling industry and all you got speaking for yourself is how great you are, how your career has sustained three decades and much props to you my friend. But you wouldn’t have lasted a year in the companies that I have been. And if you are wondering whether that is true? Ask Ben Jordan for advice my friend, he will tell you that the best way to be relevant in his opinions is to stay away for too long, come back from the moment that they have nearly forgotten you. And then choose the right opponent to face.”

“Obviously that list includes Mac Bane and Ken Davieson… but we have heard these stories haven’t we Chris?? Every wrestler has its moment to shine and when not to. There’s a problem with that when it comes down to Ben Jordan and you. Ben Jordan is like a god from the ancient times that people believed that they needed to keep them pleased by offering a sacrificial lamb And we all know this to be true, because that’s the only reason why he comes back every now and then and warns the weakened of minds with his weak at heart threats. And then there’s you, guess what you are Chris?? You are the Sacrificial Lamb, you are the one that when things would go bad needs to take the blunt from the loss of the team. Because both me and Ken knows that you win as a team and you lose as one. Not with Ben Jordan my friend, it’s either HE has won or YOU have lost… there’s nothing in between… and that’s why you two are destined to fail.”

Shot fades

Getting ready part one.
 
August 1st 2022

The shot opens up at The Royal Bangkok Sports Club where we see Melissa and Goth seated at one of the more expensive boxes, overlooking the horse races as Melissa has always been a fan of horses. Witnessing the horses up close through her binoculars while having lunch brought to them by the clubs waiters. Goth on his part is talking to Whisper on the phone, discussing some matters concerning his upcoming Internet title defense. Melissa lowers her binoculars as she stares at Goth with a smile on her face. He notices her looking at him, winks at her before placing his hand on top of hers that was still holding on to the binocular. She feels his fingers caress her soft skin of the back of her hand as it gives her chills like it always did before.

“Thanks Whisper, I will talk to you later.”

He says before ending the call, he places the phone on the table next to his glass of orange juice and shakes his head.

“Any new challenger???”

Melissa asks as Goth shakes his head, he chuckles as he turns his attention towards his dinner in front of him. He starts to lift his spoon to his mouth and breaths over the soup before inserting it in his mouth.

“Luckily I know that you will be very excited for this coming show.”

He says, causing Melissa to raise her eyebrow. She had expected to have defended the Roulette title on one of the past two shows on the India tour, but so far she had not been granted to do so. But she knew that it would probably be this coming week.

“Oh really?? Against whom??”

The question came as no surprise to Goth, he lowers his spoon and lifts it back to his mouth after letting it disappear in his soup. He breathes over it once more before taking a long sip, making an annoying sound that causes Melissa to roll her eyes in annoyance.

“Come on Gerrit, I don’t have time for this… spill it.”

The eagerness in her eyes causes him to chuckle, nodding his head as he places the spoon next to his plate on top of his napkin. He leans back as he stares at some of the horses that just turned the corner that they are close at to be seated and watches on in fascination.

“You are in the main event, defending your Roulette title….”

He suddenly turns his gaze towards his fiancé and smiles

“Against Jessie Salco.”

This causes Melissa to lean back in her chair, she had just taken another bite of her salad and allowed the thought be processed through her mind. The one Bombshell that had been annoying her since the first time they had met. Melissa had to admit that she and Goth were the first to instigate contact, he had actually wanted her to meet some of the fellow Bombshells as an introduction into the company. She smiled, she had met some nice people, but for some reason she and Jessie didn’t clicked. It became more obvious later on when she had faced Chloe Benton, a sweetheart who had taken her to a limit she had not expected from her. She had learned a lot from that first encounter as well as the other three that had followed along with the guidance of Goth and the Saviors.

She had wanted to face Jessie, but she wanted it to have been at the big stage of them all… a Super Card, but just like the saying goes that you can’t always get what you want once again proved that it was right. But she wasn’t upset by this, she had the opportunity to main event a Climax Control, her very first one as that got her excited and motivated to prepare for the match even more.

“What took them so long??”

Goth raises an eyebrow, not sure he knew what she had meant.

“You mean facing Jessie? Or defending the title??”

“You know me Gerrit, I want to compete. I am a champion for crying out loud, I take pride in having earned this title and I want to prove that I can take on all comers. But I have to admit, facing Jessie is like putting cherry on the cake.”

The two grin, both had been working towards this day that she would be defending the title that she had won in only her fourth match. There had been many congratulations and good luck wishes been directed towards her since that faithful day. But she had noticed that having success has a turning side, she had learned before making her debut in the company that she had to grow a hunters mentality to become successful. Both she and Goth had admitted to themselves that neither of them had expected her to have gotten a title opportunity this early. But she had taken his words by heart,  not wanting to have someone else take away the gold belt, causing her to wonder whether she had actually done anything in her power to be successful.

She grinned to herself, she had viewed the match over and over again, because she had realized that there was so many things that could have gone differently and how she could have done things better. She understood that these type of matches are a once in a lifetime opportunity to set yourself apart as well as being in a selective group of names that have done exactly what she had done. Now she understands that she has to continue the legacy of this championship and the past winners. Not wanting to be a one and done champion, but actually pride herself by overcoming every obstacle that will be thrown at her.

“Don’t forget to eat your salad Melissa.”

Says Goth with a twinkle in his eyes, he had caught her being lost in her thoughts. She smiles as she takes a bite from the salad and stares seductively towards her fiancé, who chuckles and shakes his head. Melissa takes another bite while watching the horse racing, this was new to her. She had loved riding a horse, but that was just for fun and never to compete as in to see whose horse would be faster. She admired the physique of the creatures, feeling and watching the muscles underneath the skin of the horse as well as the beauty of the creatures. She never liked the gambling part though, people wasted a lot of money on horse races in the hope of making some quick bucks. She turned her attention towards Goth, who had been eating his soup while admiring the races. She was still clueless over the fact of him taking her here, she knew he wasn’t a gambler.

“Gerrit??”

Goth slowly turned his attention towards her, the loving gaze upon his face as well as the innocence of the man that only she knew that existed in him. The people only saw the man that portrayed the character Goth, but never did they actually see him for who he truly was besides the times that camera’s would follow them to tape some of their lives for promo’s and company usage. She was thankful for knowing the emotional side of him and the loving side of the man that was often referred as many things but that.

“Did you start gambling???”

He nearly spat out the soup that he just inserted in his mouth when she had asked him the question, grabbing the napkin to clean up some of the soup that had managed to escape his mouth before turning towards her with a clueless look on his face.

“Of course not, why??”

Melissa directs her attention towards the horse races and the people in front of them that clearly came to the races to see their favorite horse win the race. He nods his head, smiling as he raises the glass of orange juice to his mouth to rinse some of the soup out of it. A waiter had walked towards their table, asking if he could assist Goth in any possible way but only to have Goth decline the offer with a polite thank you.

“I have to admit Melissa, you become much better in surprising me with unexpected questions. But no, I am not a gambling man, nor do I have any desire to start. I just wanted you to experience certain parts of the world that you normally wouldn’t visit.”

The answer was true, she had never thought of herself to visit anything like this anywhere in the world, yet she still didn’t understood why they were here in the first place.

“But to answer your question, in my travels all over the world has taught me many things. One of these things is that certain countries like India are very crowded, making it very difficult to find yourself some private time together outside the hotel.”

Melissa nods her head, she could understand the logic behind that explanation. Giving herself a mental slap across the face for not coming up with that answer herself.

“And even though I do not wage bets on horse races, granted I may have done so once or twice out of shear curiosity. But the sole reason why I did invite you to come here is to understand the spectacle of competition.”

This caught her off guard, she knew that Goth had the ability to come up with perhaps hundreds upon thousand of different explanations to someone’s question. But she had never expected this answer from him, causing her to look back at the horses before trying to digest his answer.

“Competition??”

Goth nods his head towards her in response while taking another sip from his soup

“You see, you are under a week away from your first title defense and the first ever Roulette title match where you don’t know the stipulation beforehand.”

She nods her head, listening to his every word as she knows that he is right. Yet, she still doesn’t see the comparison of her title defense and the horse races.

“You never know what to expect, because 99 percent of the time theoutcome of the match will be determined by the spin of the wheel. So you cannot train for something unknown like you did at the cruise ship. So that leaves you to rely upon trust. Trust that both the horse and its rider must have upon each other to have a shot to win a race. And before you start to ask whether you are the horse or the rider, let me just tell you that you need to find this out for yourself.”

The two of them laugh at that statement before Goth continues.

“The unknown stipulation is both your worse enemy as well as your biggest allie.”

Melissa looks clueless at Goth.

“What do you mean??”

Goth stares at her lovingly for a few moments before he continues explaining to her.

“You see, the wonderful thing that everyone likes to do to others in these type of matches is that you do not know what you will be expecting. It makes you wonder whether they are trying to convince you that for some reason that they actually do?? Which is obviously a lie, they just want to creep inside your head and insert some doubt how small or large it may be. Because whether you are a rookie, which people seem to enjoy refer you to or a veteran. You are at the mercy of the wheel so experience can only take you this far…”

“Like the Ultimate X over the pool match??”

Goth nods his head in acknowledgement. “”



“The only difference is that you need to adapt on the spot, but mostly trust on yourself and what has brought you to the point of being the Bombshell Roulette champion. Trust in your own ability, use it to your advantage as it allows you to strategize your plan to find a solution to the stipulation that the wheel fell on in order to remain champion.”

Melissa nods her head, she had to admit that she never thought about that. She had questioned herself on how she would react or what she could expect upon her first title defense. But this gave her the understanding that she should enter every single match knowing that she has an advantage over her opponent.

“Another reason that I have brought you here is because….,”

His words trail off, causing Melissa to suddenly blink as she stares at him. She had not expected him to suddenly stop when he was educating her.

“Yes?”

Goth has a sly smile on his face, placing his napkin in front of his lips as he stares at the horses that had finished the race a few moments ago. Goth seems as if he is searching for something, causing Melissa’s attention to move over towards the race track as well. Watching the beautiful horses but not quite understanding what is going on as Goth suddenly talks once more.

“See it as an engagement gift.”

The words doesn’t seem to connect with Melissa as she turns her attention towards Goth, he stares back at her with a amused smile upon his face.

“Gift?? What are you…..”

Her words ultimately disappear as she notices him pointing his finger towards the race track, causing her to turn around and notices a jockey standing there with a beautiful black horse before she finally understands.

“Are you kidding me?? You bought a horse for our engagement??”

His grin widens, causing her to jump out of her seat and wraps her arms around him in an passionate embrace. Thankful for the fact that he had remembered her biggest wish a long time ago when the two had shared a romantic walk many years ago. Whispering soft thank you many times over and over again in his ears as the shot slowly fades.

Getting ready part two

August 3rd 2022

Melissa is overjoyed, Goth had surprised her by buying her a horse, secretly he had been talking with Whisper of acquiring one that she could have it be taken care off. She knew it would take time before the animal could be flown over to the States, but she could wait for that moment to come. In the mean time she realizes, she has to focus on her wrestling career. We see her relaxing at the pool after a hard training session that Whisper had put her through. First they had studied tapes of Jessie Salco matches, followed it up by working on her cardio. Realizing that she had to content with a fast paced and aerial wizard in her opponent outside of having to adjust to whatever stipulation that will be appointed to them before the match would even begin. She is leaning her arms spread against  the edge of the swimming pool while watching Goth and his son enjoying some father and son time. She always enjoyed watching them have some fun in the moments that they could spend time with each other.

”Last one to reach the other side has to treat us for ice cream!!!”

She smiles as she watches both Goth and his son swim to the other side of the pool, at the end it is Goth that feigns a muscle pull and allows his son to reach the other side of the swimming pool first. Gerrit Jr. jumps up and down in excitement as we see Goth wink at Melissa before casually swimming towards his son

“I won!! I won!! Did you see that Melissa?? I beat dad!!!”

She giggles, applauding towards Goth’s son

“You sure did, that shows that old fossil who the real champ around here is.”

This causes Goth to raise an eyebrow towards her and laughs before whispering something into the ear of his son who starts to nod his head and laugh.

“Dad told me that both me and him are winners, seeing that you didn’t reach the other side before us Mel.”

Melissa rolls her eyes, shaking her head and giggles as she witnesses the smirk look of Goth and his son on their faces as she slowly stands up. Standing there as she places her hands on her hips and shows a mock angry look on her face.

“So you two strong boys need to gang up on little ol me, just because you want some ice cream???”

The two nod their heads yes in unison, making it impossible for Melissa not to laugh.

“Well then, I guess I will be treating you fine boys for some big scoops of ice then. So why don’t you two handsome devils do me a favor?? Why don’t you get up and make some arrangements for whatever restaurant as I will be treating you two for dinner and ice cream afterwards.”

Both of them high five each other as Melissa lowers herself back into the water, wanting to get some extra rest as her body was sore from the training that she had gone through. The two run out of the pool, chasing each other to see who would be inside first. Goth’s muscle ache somehow had disappeared as he managed to get inside first before his son did. She smiled, resting her head against the head rest that she had placed there earlier. She closes her eyes as she spreads her arms once again and relaxes and enjoys the warm pool water that she was feeling.

Her thoughts went back to the other day that she and Goth had spend on the race track, she always enjoyed visiting places with him. She thought she had known a lot from different countries throughout the world, yet for some reason Goth had managed to surprise her every single time. She giggled as she thought back to the times that Goth was went thanks to the antics of his Blast From The Past tag team partner Candy. Trying to find the most perfect and romantic spot to ask her to marry him, only to have Candy come in and ruin it all. At first she wasn’t amused by it all, but in the end she knew that Candy only meant well. But Candy finally made up to them, giving them the most romantic moment that they ever had as Goth finally asked the question. Melissa was overjoyed by the news that Candy had returned, hoping for the two of them to perhaps catch up anytime soon after this week or so. But she then suddenly realized that perhaps Candy would also want a shot at her Roulette title IF she manages to beat Jessie Salco.

“Ugh, why does she always annoy me??”

She shakes her head, not wanting her opponent for this Sunday to ruin her moment alone. She decides to swim a few laps before resting her head again on the head rest before closing her eyes. She feels the sensations of the water caressing her body. Trying to relax, but the IF continues to roam through her mind as that causes her to sit up with frustration on her mind.

“Damnit!!!”

She punches her fist in the water, causing water to splash upwards. She realizes that this is futile, but she cannot help it to unleash some of her frustration. She knew that she would have to fight for acceptance in the Bombshell division of Sin City Wrestling. But she had expected it to have changed since winning the Bombshell Roulette title, but now she realizes that she is everyone has got their sights set on her even more.

“If people want to hunt me down, then go ahead…. They better succeed, because I intend to shoot back and do not intend to miss.”

She says with frustration oozing from her face, she slowly stands up. She feels her muscles tense, her breathing quickens. Never before during her time in the kickboxing division back in the Netherlands has she ever experienced pressure like this. She closes her eyes, attempting to control her breathing in order to calm down. She inhales a few more times very deep and lets out a sigh of relief before pushing wet hair back and smiles. She remembers the lessons that Goth had forced her to sit through, the many hours of having to listen to every word in order to understand what moments like this would do to a competitor.

“I bet he is going to love to hear me say that he is right.”

She chuckles, slowly lowering her body into the water once more. Her gaze is fixated upon the light of the lamps that reflects upon the water. It causes her to mentally prepare for this coming Sunday as her confidence returns. No longer worried about what may could be, what may happen if…. She remembers the words from Goth a few days ago, to always rely yourself upon what has brought you to the dance. And she knows what has brought her to the Bombshell Roulette championship. The intensity, the never give up attitude and most of all her scientific wrestling ability and her background as a kickboxer. This causes her to nearly pity Jessie Salco’s chances against her. Oh she knew that Jessie was an established name and shouldn’t be underestimated as a competitor, realizing that her championship resume would tell her differently.

But this isn’t a two time Hall of Fame Bombshell like Mercedes Vargas, Jessie could say whatever she wanted but she had never been a life changer like Mercedes was. And she had made Mercedes understand that if there was a Mean Girl in this organization, that it would be her. The woman that knew she would become the next Bombshell Roulette champion, no matter what type of match she would have been put in and against whomever they would have put against her. That’s confidence, that’s what Jessie clearly did not understand why Melissa had told her that she was a completer wrestler than her.

Melissa had finally allowed her thoughts to doze off, she wanted to take a few more minutes to relax. Her body was still tensed and she hated that feeling, she knew that she was tired and the workout was demanding. She sighs as she knows that tomorrow would be another boring day of watching videos and having to listen to Goth.

“Goth’s lectures are in session.”

She giggles after muttering those words in a soft whisper, she knows that she has to get up or else she may fall asleep.

“SPLASH!!!”

“What the???”

Melissa suddenly rises upwards from her seated position after getting splashed with a large sum of water hitting her in the face. She tries to get the water out of her face as she sees Gerrit Jr. standing in front of her smiling

“Why you…..”

Melissa scowls at him with a large smirk, chasing him around the pool as Goth’s son is laughing before exiting the pool before Melissa is able to grab him. He turns around as he sees Melissa standing there, staring at him with a look of a lioness on her face.

“Just wait until I get you in my hands Gerrit, you will regret that move mister!!!!”

But suddenly she gets grabbed from behind and tossed over someone’s head into the deep end of the pool. She gets her head back up from underneath the water, coughing up water as she was surprised before staring into the laughing face of Goth.

“Get up Melissa, because you got some major ice creams to pay for these two big boys.”

All three laugh when the shot slowly fades.

Getting ready part three: My first title defense against Jessie Salco.

August 5th 2022

The shot opens up with Melissa seated in her locker room after a workout, she is drinking from a bottle of water as her towel is wrapped around her neck. She is smiling as she notices the camera approaching her as she nods her head in recognition of their presence.

“I guess people have been dying to hear my response to Jessie’s little rant the other day.”

She smirks, shaking her head as she takes another sip from her water. She grabs the left side of her towel and wipes some sweat from her forehead before dropping it back around her neck.

“What can I say? I could be done in five minutes if I wanted to dissect her promo as a psychiatrist, but sadly for you short tempered Jessie Salco fans… I am not a psychiatrist.Besides, so many things have happened since my debut on Sin City Televised programming that five minutes would not do it any justice. So if I was Jessie I would grab your glass of milk, put on your jammies and pay attention. Because the Bombshell Roulette champion is going to educate our beloved ten year veteran in a way she had never experienced before.”

She leans back, gently resting her back against the wall of the locker room, letting out a loud sigh.

“I remember how we first met Jessie, something that I have grown accustomed to that our paths would cross. Because let’s face it, if this was a date that was set up by Tinder I would expect them asking me if we have gotten married already.”

A sinister smirk emerges upon her face as she puts the bottle of water close to her lips, allowing the cold water to enter her mouth as she welcomed the liquid before swallowing it like crazy. She lets out a sigh of satisfaction after placing the bottle next to her on the bench before wiping her mouth with he back of her hand.

“Did you know that Goth had waged a bet with me the day before we actually met Jessie?? He waged a bet that you would annoy me within three weeks, something that until that day we met I could not believe that someone could be so annoying. I realized that very faithful day that I shouldn’t wage bets with someone like him, because I have to tell you that back in school girls like you would have been kicked around every single day. And I know that in your simple mind that you must be thinking, how can you possibly say things like that Melissa?? How can you be so brutal and mean??

“It’s quite simple Jessie, because when I was younger and quite a buck five like you are… I was that girl, I was that annoying and I was as a stuck up little brat that you are. But look at me now Jessie??”

She grins as she slowly stands up, circles around in front of the camera and sits down with a confident smile upon her face.

“Momma grown up big time and before you start to foam from the mouth that  you weren’t as a lucky lady when it comes down to the size department, then you are even more stupid than I had you imagined Jessie… Because I grew as an individual, I grew and still am growing as a human being, that I have grown my interests outside wrestling and LEARN!! And when I look at you I see a woman that is in this business for ten years now…. And all I can see is you seeking confirmation from others on whether your career was any good? Seriously Jessie? You are facing a rookie, the uncrowned Gate Keeper of Sin City Wrestling is trying to hide her lack of confidence by going on a dinner date with someone else that has held the same belt as you. If that’s the legacy that some of you Bombshells want yourself to be remembered for?? Then please, just shoot me in the head after I have reached year five or something. Because I don’t want myself to be remembered by for being the one that started “Dinner with Jessie, starring…..”. And even though I may not be the most established wrestler in this company career wise, I will be damned if you will just be comparing me to be a dumb floozy rookie that got the championship belt by luck. But I guess that’s what happens to people when they realize what they truly are up against isn’t it Jessie??”

“It’s funny how every time I turn around that I hear another excuse for something that I need to accomplish before getting the stamp of approval, even though I doubt that this is something that is a thing in this company. You see Jessie, I do respect you even though I don’t like you PERSONALLY. But that’s because I see so much in you that I hated from myself when I was younger. The only difference between us when it comes down to our evolution is that I have the ability to show good and kindness OUTSIDE having everything to be referred to wrestling. Do you wake up with it and fall asleep with it Jessie?? Because I am sorry to inform you, I have been hearing the same thing over and over again… whether it is on Twitter, whether it is on one of our many encounters backstage or in the ring during shows… You are telling me the same thing, reminding us all about facing Chloe and every other newcomer that I was wondering WHEN Jessie’s greatest hits would be arriving?? And even thoughI compliment you on believing that you could hold a sole record by obtaining my title for a record margin five times?? I was still waiting for the tales of you waging war with your friend Amy Santino… Facing legends in the sports that ACTUALLY achieved something more than being labelled a Gatekeeper Jessie. Because I am still waiting, waiting for you to finally shed your shell of shyness and evolve into a beautiful butterfly instead of being an ugly caterpillar…but hey, if that’s your schtick?? Then go for it…it sure isn’t mine.”

Melissa places her feet on a bench in front of her, stretching her legs as she looks over towards her own locker.

“You spoke of how I had made a mistake during the Ultimate X over the pool match, a mistake that could have led to Kayla Richardson winning the championship belt. The same woman that now holds the Bombshell Internet title by winning a Battle Royal last Sunday.”

She allows a smile to emerge upon her face as she stretches her arms outwards before placing her hands behind her back as she shakes her head in disbelief.

“You see Jessie, you may have had a point on me holding Kat up high in the air while she ran off and climbed the structure. But my father once taught me a wise lesson while watching some Formula One Racing, to finish first…. You first got to finish… And now I can hear you think, what the hell?? Well let me explain little air guitar playing wannabe nutcase… Everyone can look like a star when they do their entrance, everyone can do something that causes a What The Fuck moment and be talked about for eternity. But the only thing that matters in the end is actually achieve the big picture and win the title Jessie… And isn’t it interesting that the woman that could not beat ME, is ultimately the Internet champion?? Something I am positive about she is happy knowing that she does not have to defend that belt against me…. Because she knows that it will be a one and done championship run if it was up to me. I guess she is the one that needs to prove a point of being a champion instead of me wouldn’t you agree??”

“Gee, that just sure changes the landscape a little wouldn’t you agree??”

She smirks, she thinks back at the one moment that both Melissa and Jessie got a little bit physical with each other. With her one time grabbing her by the throat, while the other time that Jessie got the better of her. That had upset her, but she knew that she got herself pushed into that situation by being overconfident, but she had retaliated by owning her own part in becoming Bombshell Roulette champion as well as not giving an inch by confronting Jessie during shows. She knew she has a long way to go, but she will be damned if someone dictates what she say or do.

“So what makes you think you will actually beat me Jessie?? Look, I could look at your promo all I want… but I already knew what kind of bullshit that it would consist off. So let me tell you what YOU think is YOUR saving grace in beating me Jessie. Your speed, your agility and your experience in competing in Roulette title matches. Gotcha Jessie, now let us just throw that all out of the window and tell you exactly what your chances are in beating me and why.”

The smile has vanished as she has wrapped her arms across her chest as she stares intently towards the camera.

“Do you know why I have been so successful since my in ring debut Jessie?? Not because I have faced talentless Bombshells, because that would be disrespectful towards each and every Bombshell that I have faced so far. It’s the fact that I have been in the ring before, the fact that I know why we are here. Because each and every Bombshell just like you and me are here to be the very best, wanting to compete in a division in order to be the very best. And you know something Jessie?? My Bombshell Roulette title says that I am the very best in the Bombshell Roulette division.”

“Just imagine Jessie, a Bombshell that only has four matches under her belt as a professional wrestler. A woman that you once compared her to a better looking version to Fenris, a comparison that I take pride in for you granting me. It proves that I have a large mountain to climb of expectations. Expectations that nobody  has ever had with you isn’t it Jessie? Is that perhaps jealousy that I am tasting in the bitter words that you have been uttering since day one?? Or is it merely the fact that you see people get opportunities left to right and you got to be a gatekeeper? Why don’t you just say it like it is Jessie, you are frustrated over the fact that you need to put over new and talented wrestlers that one day may be better than you. Better than you while you sink deeper and deeper into anonymity, just like having the guts to proclaim that wrestling Mercedes Vargas is like taking candy from a baby.”

“ You are pathetic Jessie, oh yeah I said it. I am just telling you like it is Jessie, you are straight up pathetic. Nobody can enjoy their accomplishments as a pro wrestler, nobody can be a bigger deal than Jessie Salco…. So that’s why you were waiting to show up your stinking face after I had obtained my first championship belt… because the spotlight had to be on Jessie Salco and nobody else.”

She shakes her head and closes her eyes for a few moments before reopening them.

“You have turned yourself into a shell of your past self Jessie, every single week you come out and believe that you have found the key to hand me my first ever defeat. What was it again when you came out to watch me defeat Mercedes Vargas?? Oh yeah, you wanted to start and implement MMA into your repertoire… How is that going Jessie??”

Melissa smirks before shaking her head in disbelief.

“Who wanted to be a better looking Fenris on that day huh Jessie?? Who wanted to be the flavor of the week once again with something that only your beloved fans would accept as they always eat from the palm of your hands. This week it is the woman that wants to show us that she pays attention to every single wrestling match that has ever happened during her ten year waste of your wrestling career. Yeah I know, harsh words huh? But they are words that needed to be said Jessie. Because you sounded during that match against Mercedes that it is just easy to adapt to something that Fenris had trained for YEARS to achieve at this level. As if I had no trouble obtaining the skill of submission wrestling through a few lessons just because I am engaged to Goth??”

“Wake up Jessie, don’t make the same mistake like the current Bombshell Internet champion made in my last match, don’t do what your Greek friend did, who thought that speed kills. Well I don’t have to remind you what I did with that Greek speed devil after I kicked her head in. And if I can give you another example Jessie?? Don’t do what you thought you would do when you faced Zoey Lukas, because it all provedone thing, that before you finish first… you first need to finish Jessie… And it seems that when it reall matters, you seem to forget that before you can raise MY championship belt high above your head, that you need to beat me first.”

“And I know that you have been on the other side of the wheel that spun either in your favor or not…. And I know that you have more victories underneath your belt than me… And I know that you can call up friends from some wrestling school to back you up… because little Jessie is starting to sweat for the mere fact that deep down inside YOU know that you cannot beat me. Because no matter the stipulation Jessie, I will ground you. I will put on a wrestling clinic against you that will frustrate you. You already know that I have gotten underneath your skin and it is only a matter of time before you snap… and that is the exact time when I am going to kick your head in and send your chances in beating me for my belt to a mere afterthought.”

“I cannot wait until Sunday night, moments after our match has ended. Because the first thing that Jessie Salco will be doing is turn on her twitter account and apologize to the world that she could not be the one that beats the undefeated Melissa. The woman that will dedicate this title defense to the woman that I had wanted to test my skills against inside the ring. The woman that wore this championship with pride before me, the woman that deserved an automatic title rematch. The woman that has been assaulted in her last match in this company by two cowards… the woman that has announced her retirement from this great sports of pro wrestling. My friend, my sister. The woman that had helped my transition into wrestling Jessie… This title match will be one where I know that Kat C. Jones will raise her cup of coffee and tell the whole world exactly that what she had known all along. That I am not a one hit wonder, that I am not some fluke…. That I am the Bombshell Roulette champion and that I will REMAIN Bombshell Roulette champion and you will not.”

Melissa gets up, she slowly moves towards her locker as she grabs her sports bag and is about to walk out of the locker room before stopping and turns towards the camera one more time.

“Give me all you got Jessie, it will only make the sweet taste of victory even more delicious and deservingly. I see you Sunday Jessie, the night where I will do what everyone in this company hope I will fail in… successfully defending my championship belt… Until then Jessie…, until then…”

With that Melissa walks out of the locker room as the shot fades

The Genesis of Goth
 
Chapter Nine: A tale that becomes reality.

July 5th 2022

Goth is sitting on the balcony of his and Melissa’s balcony, they are blessed with a great view of the water as the sun is shining and there’s a mild breeze that he feels on his skin. He is reading a book while enjoying a cold glass of orange juice in combination with ice cubes. He is wearing knee high white pants and a white sleeveless shirt. He turns a page of the book before reaching over for the glass of orange juice and admires the view in front of him as he witnesses seagulls circle the water before plunging into the water to catch some fish. He admires the scenery in front of him with a smile upon his face, reminding himself of how hungry he had felt years ago when he was on this same cruise ship competing for the roulette title. A title contested in the same match that Melissa will be competing in this Sunday, something he had told her the day prior of how much he had looked forward to see her compete in. Today he had decided to have a relaxing day while Melissa went out to meet some of the fans in a meet and greet, she got a kick out of meeting all the fans and taking pictures with all the little boys and girls that she had noticed enjoyed approaching her. But deep down inside Goth believed that the fathers just pushed their children to get closer to his fiancé, as he has noticed the reactions she had gotten from the male fans recently. Then again, he could not blame them.

“I guess boys will always be boys.”

He says with a smirk upon his face, he turns towards his book before placing it in front of him on the table. Slowly rises from the chair that he was sitting in and grabs the glass of orange juice before walking towards the edge of the balcony. Noticing how high his and the other wrestler’s balconies are in comparison to the fans on the lower decks. But he was grateful for Sin City Management that allows the wrestlers to pick their moments of sharing time with their loved ones. He had wished his son could have joint him this week, but he was happy to hear that he had made plans with friends. Goth takes another sip from his orange juice, reminding himself of how different his life was until a few years ago. He has to admit, he has gotten used to drinking non alcoholic beverages, but he did miss the taste of some of his favorite drinks. But he knows that its for the best to stay sober, giving him so much more realization of how much he is enjoying life more than he has done in the past.

He looks around, leaning down on the railing of his balcony as he watches other cabins and balconies. Not expecting to see many other superstars, but that didn’t mattered to him. He felt at peace with how his life is going, enjoying the newly found success and comradery with the Saviors. Another chance at the Internet title, a championship he believes he could obtain by beating Jack Washington. A name that leaves a foul taste inside his mouth by merely thinking about him.

“Calm down now Gerrit, there’s a time and place for everything.”

Shaking his head, trying to clean up the cobwebs from his brain as he looks to a level underneath him where he had noticed some movement. He looks more closely, noticing a big guy flexing his muscles and acting rather strange, this causes him to roll his eyes as he recognizes the man standing there.

“Oh great, that idiot Senor Vinnie.”

Goth is about to move away from the balcony when he suddenly sees another figure move into view, someone that he had known for a very long time.

“Bill???”

This causes Goth to swallow hard, the man that has been his friend since a period of time back in Global Wrestling Alliance, something that followed up in Asylum Wrestling Alliance. There Bill had been Goth’s right hand man, his friend, his confidant and so much more. A friendship that had deteriorated in the period after the passing of his wife… the alcohol abuse, the lies, the shame he had put on himself. His fingers slowly start to squeeze into the railing of the balcony as he starts to feel his knees go weak and emotions become more evident to take over from him. Hoping at one side that Bill would see him and perhaps trying to make aments with him, but on the other hand he knew that if it would to happen it had to come from him.

“Should I at least try?”

He asks himself, wondering if he should take his responsibility and walk up to Bill. Trying to make up to him and at least ask him if he could ever forgive him, at least he would have known that he had tried if Bill would to refuse. But on the other hand, he was afraid for another rejection from the man he had considered to have been one of his closest of friends. Besides, Bill seemed to be happy with Vinnie. They have been friends for several years now and Goth didn’t wanted to open up old wounds for the both of them

“If someone should suffer, then at least it should only be me.”

He lowers his head for a few moments before turning around and walks over towards the chair once more, trying to forget his sorrow by diving back into his book. The camera turns towards the railing, staring towards the balcony one level lower as we see Bill Barnhart look up towards the camera as if he had felt that someone was watching him.

“I must stop drinking those Margarita’s that Vinnie is handing me, I could have sworn someone was watching me.”

Bill turns his attention back towards Vinnie as the camera crew slowly moves over towards Goth, who is holding the book in his hands. Goth’s stares quietly into the distance as his eyes are clearly  not focused upon the book, causing him not to notice that he has the book upside down while “reading” it.

A few hours later

Goth and Melissa are attending a Sin City Fundraiser where wrestlers are auctioning items from their past for a good cause. Goth is enjoying himself very much, sharing stories with Melissa and other old familiar wrestlers while watching the amounts that is being offered for every piece.

“My item to be auctioned will be after this one.”

The current item that is up for auction is a rather odd one, it’s one of Pete’s old pots. Goth’s expression is one that is truly one that reveals that he is clueless.

“Seriously Mel, who in the right mind would buy something like that?? From a plant???”

Goth’s expression quickly changes from being doubtful to wide eyed as he suddenly sees people start bidding like crazy. Within a few minutes the bidding already has reached the amount of $5000. Goth turns his attention to Melissa, unable to say anything as she giggles and pats him on the hand.

“People love crazy stuff sweetie, just imagine what a date with that cute bear Angel would make??”

“You can bid on a date with that damn bear??”

Goth’s eyes grow even wider, not believing his ears as we see Melissa stifle a giggle as a reaction to Goth’s expression.

“Of course not silly, the ship would turn into an even bigger mess than the freaking Titanic. I just use it as an example of how devoted the fans are that they would try everything to get a memorabilia. ”

Goth lets her words sink in, causing him to feel a little bit stupid to have forgotten how devoted and crazy wrestling fans are. He starts to chuckle as he grabs his glass of orange juice and takes a sip from it.

“So what did you put up to be auctioned??”

She asks as she stares at him with a lovingly smile, he looks back at her and just amazes at how beautiful she is and how lucky he is to have found someone like this. He smiles as he looks back at how lucky he has been, meeting two amazing women that have changed his life one way or another. He thinks back at his marriage, how much his wife had supported him to fulfill all of his dreams and more. And now he has the opportunity to do the same for Melissa, something he knew that Chantal would have been very proud with him for doing this for Melissa. He takes another sip from his orange juice before returning his gaze towards that of Melissa and remembers her question.

“One of your bikini’s.”

This causes her reaction to change into an angry scowl, this causes him to burst out in laughter as he raises his hands up to stop her as she had turned her hands into fists.

“Easy tiger, I was just kidding. I have managed to get my hands on a piece of wrestling history that I am positive that the die hard fans will go crazy about.”

He turns his attention back to the bidding war for Pete’s planted pot, who gets sold for nearly $9000, causing a spotlight to be shined on Pete hobbling around very happy on the table next to Vinnie. Another spotlight shines on a table close to theirs, showing the buyer of the pot as that turns out to be Iris the British Bulldog from Bill Barnhart. Bill is fuming as he realizes that Iris had managed to obtain from his wallet. Bill is trying to run after his dog, but he is being stopped by Vinnie and Bea who try to talk reason to him. Goth and Melissa chuckle at the scene in front of them, although it did hurt him a little that he isn’t on the same table as Bill and his wife. Something that they had done in the past many of times in the past, but he shrugs as he knew that this is mostly him to be blamed. His gaze turns towards Justin Decent, preparing to announce the next item.

“Justin: The next item is offered by Hall of Famer Goth, it is a piece of the roof of the Hell in The Cell where Goth had won the Global Championship during their infamous Psycho Circus match.”

Several fans go nuts, remembering that faithful night where he outlasted 10 other wrestlers in an elimination match inside a Hell in a Cell with weaponry, a match that Goth entered as third and outlasted to the end. Melissa has a shocked look on her face as she turns her face back towards Goth.

“Oh wow, how did you manage to do that???”

Goth has turned his attention towards Justin Decent, nodding to him in reaction for him to start the auction on this particular item. It was a piece of the roof that he actually had stand upon along with AP Feight before it collapsed due to the explosion Jaymz had instigated. He thinks back to that moment in 2007, feeling every blow that he had endured and all the scars that he had experienced. He sighs for a moment before turning his attention back to Melissa.

“I recently bumped into Al Cohol, one of the owners of that company. He told me he had something special for me and when I saw it I knew that this would make fans go nuts. Plus it’s for a good charity, it’s a no brainer that I had to put this up to be auctioned.”

Both of them are silent, watching the fans go nuts as they bidding like crazy, the price has already reached $20.000 rather quickly. This causes Goth to smile before winking at Melissa as he lifts his arm up in the air as Justin reacts.

“Justin: We got an offer for $50.000 for that table over there.”.

The spotlight shines on Goth as there are fans cheering for the legendary wrestler as there are others even raising their hands to raise the price past the offer from Goth himself.

“Let me guess, Justin knew you do an offer??”

She asks as she sees him smile and nods his head, he puts a finger to his lips as to tell her to be quiet on this. Causing her to grin as she kisses him on the cheek while watching the bidding war continue. Goth wanted to help out the company with his offer, it would be a win-win situation for him. Knowing that a big offer would be donated towards charity. He also knew that if he would walk away with the item it would be great, if not then at least he knew he had made someone really happy. The bidding finally ends at the price of $75.000 as Goth raises his glass towards the wrestling fan that managed to buy the item of wrestling history. He decides to lean back against the back of the chair, smiles towards Melissa who smiles back as she understands. The two share another drink together before calling it a night. Both decide to walk around the boat on the top level where only wrestlers are allowed to come, enjoying the stars shining bright in the darkness of the night. Goth has placed his jacket around Melissa’s shoulders as they stand at the end of the boat. They are silent while enjoying the wind blow through their hair, Goth wraps his arms around Melissa and stares at her with love in his eyes.

“Melissa, I want to thank you for making me the happiest man in the world right now.”

She smiles back at him, whispering that she loves him while wiping a tear away from her right eye.

“This week is the most important week in your wrestling career and I will be there when you step foot against four women that you cannot take lightly.”

She nods her head, a little bit sad as she had hoped that he would give her a romantic speech that she loved from him so much. But she realizes that this week is very important for her, causing her to forget her sadness fornow.

“But there is more important things I need to discuss….”

This caught her off guard, she looks into his eyes once again longingly to hear something romantic.

“I know I have asked you to marry me, well with a little help from Candy of course.”

Both of them laugh at the memory of how Candy had ruined every opportunity from Goth to take Melissa on a romantic date and propose, only to have Candy make it up to them by setting up a romantic scene where he finally had proposed. She is wondering where he is heading at with this, had he orchestrated something???

“I have been searching for something perfect to where we could wed. And the last few days I have noticed that there isn’t anything more romantic than this place, on this cruise.”

Melissa’s eyes light up, she had thought of it in the past. But had not mentioned anything because she wanted him to make the move.

“I have talked to the captain, sadly he is fully booked on this current cruise. But what do you think of next year? On this cruise?? Where one career will reach great heights…, where another….”

Goth becomes silent for a moment, trying to find the right words for him to continue as Melissa raises an eyebrow.

“Gerrit? What are you trying to say??”

He looks at her with a loving smile, placing his hands on top of hers as he draws her in closer towards him.

“I am talking about perhaps slowly moving away from wrestling next year. I still feel that I have a run in me to achieve great things, like beating Jack Washington this week. But I do realize that my body is having more and more issues recovering from certain matches. I do not wish to become a sad version of myself like many wrestlers are telling me that I already am.”

He lets out a small laugh, but Melissa isn’t joining in with him. Her expression is very serious.

“What re you talking about Gerrit? I have seen you compete, you look like.”

“Ten years younger???”

He says with a smile as he finishes Melissa’s sentence, he turns his gaze away from hers for a moment as he stares into the night. Her gaze is dead locked upon him, waiting for his explanation.

“When I compete, I feel like I am in the greatest shape I have ever been in. But every morning when I wake up, I feel the results of having all the adrenaline having worn off. Because then I feel pain that I have not felt when I was ten years younger.”

He looks at her with happiness in his eyes as he continues.
“I want to be the world champion one more time, I want that Internet title one more time. I want to have a final run until I call it quits. And…. I want to marry you on this boat next year, because then you have achieved undoubtedly great things… And my career has been established so that I could retire then or at the end of the year.”

She could not believe her ears, the man she had started idolizing for his wrestling ability wanting to call it a quits in one year or a bit longer??

ppiness in his eyes as he continues.

“Are you really sure about this babe???”

He smiles as he nods his head

“Look, there are things that I don’t feel good about. I have walked away from this company twice, both times it only hurt my career. They weren’t the endings that I wanted for myself…, but also not for Chantal.”

He swallows a few times before continuing.

“The first time it was a premature reaction to her pregnancy, I was Internet champion and at that moment I believed that it was the right decision to make. But I realized later that it was too soon, then it was the period in my life that I was an alcohol addict…, well that wasn’t something I wish to be remembered off….”

His eyes are now shifting away, caught in a memory of shame.

“But now you are back where you belong Gerrit, just a little bit older…”

She stops as she realizes that she used the age reference, but Goth doesn’t get upset at her and smiles as he nods.

“I am going to have a final run, then I gladly step back and be in your corner. To allow all the attention to be on the one person who deserves it… And that person is you Melissa, the one person that will give Kat a run for her money as the Bombshell Roulette champion this coming Sunday.”

Melissa’s eyes well up as tears quickly flow from her eyes, she hugs Goth as the two embrace each other in silence. Melissa now realizes that what Goth is saying is the most romantic thing he could have ever said to her.

“I can’t wait to kick everybody’s asses this coming year before marrying you.”

She says as the shot slowly fades to darkness.



Pool Day

Goth and Melissa along with every other member of the Saviors are gathered around poolside, enjoying a nice drink while laughing with each other. We see Kat and Melissa chit chatting while pointing at Goth and the others a few times as Goth knows the deal but smiles. He is having a wonderful time, the weather is amazing and he has gotten over their pool twitter war. Henotices Angel sitting on top of a lifeguards chair, overlooking the swimming pool with a lifeguard swimming trunks and a real lifebuoy. Goth rolls his eyes, chuckling along with Mac Bane while pointing at Despayre’s bear.

“I guess we don’t have to worry about anyone drowning today.”

Mac Bane and Ken Davison look up and laugh at his remark before turning their attention back to themselves, Goth is wearing a Bermuda swimming trunks and a white buttoned down shirt as the top buttons are open, revealing his muscular chest. Mac Bane is wearing shorts and a sleeveless shirt while Ken is dressed in white shorts and a white blouse. Goth notices Melissa nod to Kat as she walks towards the men, wrapping her arms loosely around Goth in an intimate embrace, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

“I love you big fella.”


She says with a smile on her face, her eyes gazing into his as he smiles back at her.

“I know Mel, too bad I got you and Kat figured out.”

This causes Mel to raise an eyebrow as Goth quickly steps out of her embrace, turning his attention to the side as we see Kat charge in on them. Causing Goth to smile as he sidesteps and tosses Kat into the swimming pool using her own momentum against her. This causes all the men to laugh at Kat when she gets back up, coughing up water as Goth kneels down to stare at the Bombshell champion.

“Good try, I give it a 7 for the effort.”

Kat scowls at him, but eventually her look turns into a grin as she accepts his hand to pull her out of the water. To Goth’s amazement she didn’t try to pull him back into the pool with her, but he knows that someway she will try it again.

“I knew I shouldn’t have asked Mel to distract you, but she insisted on doing so.”

Goth chuckles at her remark, handing her a towel to wrap round her as he shakes his head no.

“That is a trick me and Mel often used on my son, you have to understand that it takes more than that to get me off my feet.”

Goth turns his attention towards Mac and Ken, trying to see if they had some plans of their own but could tell they hadn’t.

“But I got to say, I love your perseverance Kat, maybe if your luckyyou may get Melissa to plunge into the pool this Sunday.”

“What the?? That’s not nice!! I guess you will be sleeping on the couch tonight Gerrit.”

Says Melissa, mocking an angry look as all the other members of the Saviors are laughing at her reaction to Goth’s remark. Goth puts his arms around her and gives her a big hug, whispering something into her ear as that causes her to giggle. Goth lets go offt he embrace as he turns his attention back to the others.

“I want to propose a toast.”

Goth lifts his glass of orange juice in the air as the others do the same with their drinks.

“We are merely a few days away from Summer XXXtreme, a show where our two lovely Bombshells are going to give swimming lessons to two other Bombshells and ultimately decide who will walks out Roulette champion. Then we have me facing Jack Washington once again, a man that is hiding in his own lies in an attempt to steal another victory and secure that title…. And then we got Mac Bane, a man that I am very sure about to regain his world title.”

Goth stares at the other members of the Saviors as they are all listening to his words while holding their glasses in their hands.

“It wasn’t long ago that all of us picked up the slack after Mac stayed in the hospital with his wife Amber… We picked up the slack by letting our intentions heard. And look at us now, only a few days away from obtaining two championship belts next to the one that we already possess… And to have Ken Davison teaching his opponent a lesson he sure as hell won’t easily forget. The Saviors people assumed had turned weak, without a direction… And now?? Those people will be silenced even more after this coming Sunday.”

Everyone nods their heads as they all raise their glasses before Goth continues.

“We are going to be making an example not only those who we are going to beat, but to the entire Sin City Wrestling locker room. Because we are the best thing that has ever happened to this organization, they just don’t know it the way I KNEW it would change my life the moment Mac  came into my locker room with a proposal. A proposal that has changed my life, because it was nothing more than mere respect that swayed my decision into joining this group. As well as seeing how we are growing as a unity, to see how Melissa has made some people a believer… and after this Sunday, win or lose… they will all be a believer. It will just be too late for them to realize what had hit them.”

Goth stares at everyone, first Kat and then Ken before turning his gaze over towards Melissa and ultimately ending by staring into the eyes of Mac Bane.

“I appreciate your confidence in me Mac, I appreciate the mere fact thatnone of you had any objections when I called out the troops to make a stand. Because I have no intention to take over the ropes from this man!!”

He says by putting his hand on the shoulder of Mac Bane and looks at everyone one at a time.

“I did it because I believe in this group, I believe in what we represent and I’d be damned if people think that a cowardly attack on one of us or our loved ones will break us….it won’t… And if one falls away, another picks up the slack until he or she is back. That’s the Saviors way, that’s the Saviors mentality. And that’s why we are going to take home every single belt that we can get our hands on. All I am asking of us is to believe… to believe in US!!!”

Goth raises his glass once more, the others follow in unison. There is clearly unity to be felt between them, Goth turns his attention over to Melissa and kisses her on the cheeks.

“That was beautiful babe…, I almost feel bad that we have to do this…”

Goth raises an eyebrow as he notices Melissa winking towards Kat, he turns his attention towards her as he sees her charging in on them. He quickly uses his own strength to get out of the strong arms of Melissa, who had attempted to keep him from getting out of the way. Sending Kat charging in on his fiancé as now both Bombshells have fallen into the water.

“Damnit Goth!! We almost had you!!!”

Goth laughs as he kneels down, stares at the two women inside the pool

“Better luck next time ladies.”

All of them are laughing as the shot slowly fades

[ b]The wonders of being the King, The King of Kings

Chapter: Jack Washington once more part 2.[/b]


Goth is seen standing at his balcony, leaning over the railing as he stares down at the entire cruise ship. His gaze is focused, not on anything or anyone in particular. He is focused upon his second chance to take away the Internet championship belt from Jack Washington.

“Hello everyone, but most importantly… Hello Jack, how are you doing today?? I hope you haven’t gotten seasick, or gotten swallowed by a whale or something?”

He chuckles as he looks over his shoulder and notices some seagulls diving into the water to obtain some fish to feed upon.

“Now I have heard what you had to say champ, got to admit that it was rather entertaining. But that’s it Jack, it’s sounding like I am hearing a desperate man that is a coward. Now I am positive that you are going to say things about what I had to say, but those preaching words were a warning what happens to a coward Jack. Hoping that perhaps that your eyes would be opened and you would see the light, although the only thing that you are seeing are dollar signs coming from your casino’s. And I can understand that when the power of the Buck is enormous. But it also makes you a greedy coward. And the only thing I asked was for you to prove it that you can do it without cheating, not for me, not for the world… but for yourself my friend. Because you are talented, you are a great wrestler. You are just a fool to believe you are better than me my friend… not until you prove it to yourself that you truly are…”

Goth smiles as he shakes his head

“I could go on about this for hours and hours, but that’s exactly what I shouldn’t do Jack. I have learned from my mistakes and move on, that’s what veterans do my friend. Am I someone that should retire?? Am I the type of player that picks his ball and walk??”

He closes his eyes and shakes his head wildly, allowing his hair to fall before his face until he stops shaking his head.

“The reason why I am so successful throughout nearly two decades, is because I adapt and improve Jack. I adapt and survive, I adapt and become better instead of waisting my career on some low budget wrestling company that will try to convince you that you need to go back to the basics of wrestling… To do the unthinkable acts of hardcore wrestling and for merely a few lousy bucks. Oh no Jack, I am better than that. Just like I have told you last week, I have blamed myself for falling for your trap that you had set for me…. Shame on you Jack, but that’s the problem with an educated mind my friend. It evolves, it learns and adapts to the point where you cannot fool me twice…. Shame on me… “

“But that isn’t going to happen Jack, because I know already what you are going to do. I have studied our match, I have watched your matches against Bill and Vinnie…. I have understood the concept of your entire existence. You are too stupid to understand that you trick people in order to gain a victory is because you cannot cope with the pressure of being champion AGAIN!!!”
He lowers his head, staring at the railing in front of him for a few moments, he closes his hands into fists as the pressure that he puts on his hands causes his fingers to turn very pale.

“You remind me of someone that I had the pleasure of facing at his height of his career….. and the displeasure when his act was done with. The kid, even though he tried to cover his inability to hide the fact he had nothing that would resemble anything close to have been his masculinity Jack. Because he was nothing more than a kid that was a fantastic wrestler. But that’s the problem with kids then and now Jack, they rise to the occasion too soon and cannot handle the fact that they are something… So they get desperate, they start to believe their own lies and before you know it…. They end up falling flat on their backs and there is any return possible.”

“So I hear you asking, what happened to that kid Goth??.”

Goth shakes his head before lifting up his face from looking down and stares ahead of him with a serious look on his face.

“He tried the only thing that deep down inside he knew he could never be Jack, he wanted to be like me. And not just like me, he wanted to be better than me in every possible way. Only to make decision after decision that has buried his career without me even laying one finger upon his stupid ass Jack.”

“And of course, I know fully well that you do not wish to be like me. Hell, you do not even know what makes YOU tick, let alone to be like somebody else. But you are too blind to grasp the reality that you are nothing without the ability to cheat and steal…. That is scary to realize isn’t it Jack??”

“And go ahead, tell me that I am a senile old man or whatever educational verbal assault you wish to throw upon me… it doesn’t change the reality that I am right Jack… And the mere fact you have held titles in the past does not change anything of what I have said Jack, it only increases the mere fact that you feel threatened by a man that has done the same things that you have done and more…you may have beaten great names, you may have beaten an Austin James Mercer an Alex Jones… “But that’s the problem Jack, you have beaten people that are no longer here. People that do not have the ability to stay in one spot for longer than what?? A few years?? That cannot handle a setback?? The only thing that you wish for me do is to pack my bags and leave… So that you can proudly boast to the world that you have put another name on the shelf because of your greatness….But all that is left of you is shame and disgust Jack. You just don’t wish to do what is expected of you…. But I will teach you the ways to change young man, the only problem for you is that you need to be willing to be educated to grow.”

Goth shakes his head and sighs

“If I had a Dollar every time someone said that he is going to put me out of business as a wrestler Jack, then I would have had the ability to buy you out and send you to the moon a million times. Because I am what you had fondly reminded the world off me coming from the Golden Age Of Wrestling. The problem for you is that you meant it as a sarcastic insult to me and everyone that I had the honor of facing back then. The honor of being educated first hand as in the same way that I am going to educate you in being someone that ultimately the company will indeed look at you as the man that will carry the weight of the company on his shoulders, to be tmarketed as the top dog.’

“Too bad for you that the reality tells a different story isn’t it? That a man whom is questionable whether he is ever going to return to pro wrestling is a bigger draw than the current Sin City Wrestling Internet champion. That a kind hearted girl like Chloe Benton has a bigger opportunity to be anything in this company in a few years over you is also telling. Because YOU are already someone and something, you just refuse to us it to your own advantage Jack… Perhaps that is the sole reason why you are so freaking frustrated over the fact that a group like the Saviors are being offered all the opportunities that they are receiving. Why a Mac Bane is on the verge of becoming a world champion another time. Why there are two Bombshell members of the Saviors battling it out to keep the Bombshell Roulette title in our possession. And why a man like myself is getting another shot at your belt… And you know why Jack?? Because anyone on this roster, including YOU are not allowing to reach their potential and do something with it…. And that means even YOU champ!!I know that you are going to tell me that I am wrong, something that would have saddened me back in Greece. Because then you had the opportunity to fall in grace with my kind side my son. But this time I am intending to pass judgment upon you for all your sinful crimes Jack… And we both know that there is a lot of them .”

“But whether it is sins, whether it is you just cannot deny the fact that I am right. It doesn’t both me Jack. Because the only thing that is bothering you is the fact that you cannot grasp this fact. Wrestlers of my era never give up Jack, they need to be shot through the head and even then I am sure that we always come back for more. It’s a sad thing to notice that these days wrestlers prioritize other things above the one thing that has brought us all to the very top of this industry. And that is desire, you cannot tell me that you have desire. Because YOU DON’T!! You have never showed anything remotely close to what I got Jack.”

“It’s an education that evolution of life is not always an improvement Jack. You are the clear example of everything that I despise of being a current day wrestler. And just like those names you ahd mentioned, you are just like that Jack. You will run off into the sunset when things go rough,k when things aren’t going your way and YOU are completely lost inside that brain of yours that will be short circuiting from the moment that you are feeling anything remotely resembled to pressure. Just don’t think that your proven tactics of playing the rulebook breaker will save you Jack. Because I am dead locked into beating you in your own game. Forgive me Father, because he does not know what he is doing. But it will not prevent me from punishing you the same way you have tried to you’re your belt from me Jack. An eye for an eye Jack… Sadly for you, it won’t be mine…”

With that Goth turns around and walks off as the shot slowly fades to darkness.

Goin’ Blind, part one
 
June 27th, 2022
 
 
 
”And I know how it should be
There is nothing more for you and I
Some are young and some are free
But I think I'm goin' blind
 
'Cause, I think I'm goin' blind
And I know how it's to be, yeah”
 
Words that echo through the Apple Music that Vinnie got playing on his Ipad while seated on a chair back in his home in Tijuana, Mexico. Looking over the porch of his rather large house with an even more impressive vineyard. He is drinking from a glass of his own vintage red wine while looking at the people that he has gotten employed to work on his vineyard. His face shows that he has not slept much lately after his confrontation with Aron and Kristjanson Baltharsson, better known as Fenris. The man that he was responsible for the damage to his eyes and the premature ending of his wrestling career due to what had happened because of Bea. Vinnie has been trying to find an answer himself by hiring Tom Selleck to recreate a scene of Magnum PI, just merely to clean up his own act as well as trying to clear the air for Bea and Bill, the people he considered to be his friends.
 
He sighs, putting the glass of wine down upon the table next to him as he cleans his mouth with a napkin. He grabs a fork and knife, cuts some of the dinner that he has on a plate next to the glass of wine and takes a bite from it. Chewing while staring at the hard working men and women, who have given their blood and sweat and joy to work for him. Vinnie’s vineyard has grown in the last year that he has increased a lot of income, causing him to realize that there’s something else besides his wrestling career and musical career. He swallows his food and places the knife and fork and cleans his mouth before tossing the napkin down on the plate.
 
”El Vinnie 2021, an impressive vintage that has made me a lot of money. That’s something that should make you very proud and I have to admit I am, but...”
 
His eyes are swollen, his hair is a mess and there’s a stench coming from him as he hasn’t taken care of his personal hygiene. He has locked himself off from personal contact to the outside world, merely having answered some emails and personal phone calls. But he has decided not to entertain others with parties that he used to give for the people of Tijuana, Mexico that loved the man. Because the impact of what Aron had said has hit him in the heart and soul, causing him to look at himself through a different perspective. Something he actually did not enjoy looking at himself from the outside in.
 
”Let’s celebrate the one year anniversary of you emerging on the market ad bring me a load of money.”
 
He slurs as he tips his imaginary hat to the glass of wine, rolling his eyes and is clearly annoyed. Pissed off by some of the words that Aron shed with him, feeling attacked upon his credibility at the first few days after the confrontation he had with the two brothers, but after the few days he started to second guess himself…. But one thing that he hated was the statement that he was trying to be the victim. HIM?? The man of Mexican Mariachi Pride?? To ask pity from the world because he was the victim?? The thought caused his hand to ball into a fist, flexing the muscles in his arm as the fingers slowly turns white because of the impact of the pressure he put on himself.
 
”I am not a victim”
 
He says with a croaked voice, his head is slowly tolling from left to right as he tries to stand up in a slow pace. He can feel his body resist his attempt to stand upright, wondering whether he had sat in the chair in an awkward way and for how long. He sighs as he finally manages to stretch his upper body and manages to walk inside his house in a slow pace. Not wanting to show any sign of weakness as he pushes his body against the wall after entering the house and sighs.
 
”How long am I going to keep this up??”
 
He asks himself, but when he asks this he starts to wonder what does he actually mean?? The buckling knees underneath his body? Or the situation with Fenris and Bea and his decision on what he should do and what he will do about it. He closes his eyes, feeling the cold breeze upon his sweaty skin and sighs. His fingers scratch the wall as he feels every bump, every miniscule crack that his senses could identify. Trying to clear his mind to control his breathing, he has been having nightmares of the confrontation of him and the two brothers that has scared him. A feeling he hated, because if he embraced his fear that the claims of him wanting to be the victim would once again rise against him.
 
And he has to admit, he would not disagree with the “haters” that he knows that are there. He wouldn’t place the two brothers in that category, because they at least had told him what they had felt about him and why. He just felt confused, hearing the words that they had respected him, cared for him during the time that he and Lora had been in a relationship. He just asked himself why? Why he had not been able to identify it, because he had seen them in a different way. He had felt attacked, he had felt disrespected and hated…. But was that wrong??? Right now, he did not know anymore.
 
”Just give me a few seconds....”
 
He says as through the slits of his of his eyes as he sees a member of his staff approach him. He had recognized her as his personal assistant from his vineyard. The young lady nods her head as she walks past him and turns the corner towards his office. He lets out a sigh, he turns his attention towards the mirror and sees his very own reflection in the mirror. Staring at himself, not seeing the man he had always envisioned as a winner. Only to see the man that he is now, asking himself whether this is the man that felt himself as a victim of his own words, his own belief in his own lies. After a few moments he snaps his eyes and chuckles…. Extending his hand towards the reflection in the mirror and smiles.
 
”Hello, my name is Vinnie.... How are you doing?”
 
Pretending that the hand of his reflection shaking his own hand before staring at himself. Realizing that he looks like a bum, he sighs and tidies his shirt and grabs a cologne in an attempt to hide some of the stench, even he knows that it will be difficult to do so.
 
”It’s time to get back to business Vinnie, it’s time to get serious.”
 
He walks off as we go into a break.
 
*After The Break*
 
Vinnie is seen opening the door of his office, allowing his assistance to exit his office. The two has some nice last remarks before she walks off. He stares at her for a few moments before turning back into his office as he sits down on the office chair. Thinking back to the meeting he had with her that lasted a few hours, apologizing at the beginning about the bad smell and was thankful that she hadn’t antagonized him because of it.
 
”I was worried she would have reacted differently.”
 
He stares at his office for a moment, he sees replica’s of the two titles that he has won a few years ago in Sin City Wrestling. It caused him to look at them at the belts differently for the very first time, as he had looked at them for a few years as a failure. This time he looks at the belts as an accomplished that HE had created on his own, wondering why the negativity reigned supreme in the back of his head.
 
”Ugh..., brainfart.”
 
Vinnie thinks back at the two title wins he had on the same Super Card on the same cruise ship that Sin City Wrestling will be heading towards in a few weeks. Causing him to smile, he remembers the ultimate highlight of his career and personal life by marrying the woman that he still loves to this very day and winning the world title.
 
”Let me keep my memories until that moment and not blame myself for ruining that relationship. Because she did allow me to love someone for the very first time.”
 
He smiles as he stares at the wedding picture that he has hanging above the replica of his world title, nodding his head and smiles. A tear emerges from his eye, nodding his head in approval instead of turning away from it as he had done in the past.
 
”I should thank Aron for this moment.....”
 
He feels pride oozing through his body, reaching for his cell phone as he searches the number of Aron as he wanted to text him and explain the feeling he is experiences. But prevents his finger from hitting send as did not want to force himself upon him. He knew he wanted to prove himself that he is that man that Fenris wanted him to be, but shouldn’t rush it and prove it in his own pace. He finally places the cell phone on the desk in front of him, pressing his hands behind his head and starts to stretch his body and lets out a groan of exhaustion. For the first time he felt that he could sleep for days, that some of the guilt and pressure is starting to flow away from him as he felt he had found a small opening to the answers he is seeking.
 
He looks at the alarm clock at the corner of his desk, it’s 3 pm. Mentally cursing at himself as apparently time didn’t went as fast as he had hoped it would be. Knowing that he still has got one appointment to go with a potential importer of his wine. But he knew it would be foolish to cancel this appointment, knowing that after this week is over he would be gone on the cruise ship. Realizing that work needs to be prioritized over his own personal need. He reaches over to buzz his secretary
 
”Si senor Vinnie??”
 
He pauses for a moment, he hadn’t always paid attention to the respectful response his secretary apparently always given him. He knew it is what is expected from employees to be formal with their boss. But right now it was the first time that he sensed that Tina, his secretary was respectful towards him and meant it… another sign of realizing things that he never allowed himself to open up to.
 
”Senor Vinnie???”
 
Comes out the voice once more, causing Vinnie to snap out of the thoughts he was having. Realizing that he had to respond to her in some fashion and does.
 
”Sorry Tina, some... err bad connection on the line I guess. I just wanted to ask you if my next appointment has arrived??”
 
The words echoed through his head, he couldn’t believe his ears that he actually came up with that stupid explanation. She would never believe anything of such a sorts to be believable, but the young lady sounds pleasantly happy in confirming that the next appointment has arrived. Goth had asked her if she could keep them waiting for a little bit as he prepares himself to freshen up a little bit. Getting up to his feet as he walks over towards his personal bathroom, freshening up a little before nodding to himself
 
”You are one gorgeous man Vinnie, you got this in the bag.”
 
He winks at his expression of himself before walking back to his office, preparing himself for the next appointment.
 
Goin’ Blind, part two
 
”Little lady, can't you see
You're so young and so much different than I
I'm 93, you're sixteen
Can't you see I'm goin' blind
'Cause, I think I'm goin' blind
And I know how it's to be, yeah”
 
July 1st 2022
 
Vinnie is inside his limo, who is taking him to the cruise ship for the SUMMER XXXtreme extravaganza. There he will be competing against Max Burke in a blindfold match, something he has been very pissed off about as he realizes that he had made a mistake… that Bea had interfered in the match in a manner that has harmed Fenris his eyes. Frustrated over the fact that he had explained himself to Aron and his brother, who was at ringside during the segment. It did not go the way he had hoped for, but then again it was something he had not expected that they would forgive him. He had told them that he would work on improving himself and now this?? Max Burke wanting to face him in a match, why?? He has not been on his case ever since it happened, he did not have any communication with him about what had happened in the match between Vinnie and Fenris and now this??? Why???
 
”I wish I could go back, I think I have forgotten my favorite swimming trunks.”
 
Trying to switch his thoughts from his match to something insignificantly less important, hoping that his frustration would vanish but sadly it doesn’t. Vinnie cannot stop thinking about the fact that he has to blindfold himself, he understands that Max Burke wants to have him experience the exact same thing that Fenris had felt, the only question for him is why Burke is going to blind himself also? Vinnie shakes his head as troubled that he is, he cannot grasp anything behind it.
 
”Oh who am I kidding?? I am a man that has won two titles on this same cruise ship, but now I just need to go through this with a guy that I don’t know. Because of what happened to his amigo Fenris. And I guess I could understand it from his logical side, he wants to stand up for his friend because he cannot compete at this moment. But there is one thing I do not understand.”
 
Vinnie scratches the back of his head as he is clearly puzzled.
 
”Now don’t take this too personal Senor Max, but where have you been all this time?? You were radio silent since the moment it happened. Now I am not saying that you shouldn’t be angry for what happened, but why did you not challenge me for a match right away??? Why on this cruise ship?? Does that make it more special to do it on a boat that counters every motion that the ocean will put it through?? Because I am sure that it isn’t because Fenris asked you to do it. Because HE would never ask anyone to help him, or perhaps something has changed in this situation. But still, I am mind boggled.”
 
“I am sure that you do this in the believe that it is your way to avenge your friend’s misery…. But I got to ask you Max, haven’t you heard him the other week?? He told me in the face that he wasn’t sure whether he could forgive me…. But if you comprehend these words perfectly… It did not say that he would not forgive me… So hypothetically, if he had forgiven me?? Would you still challenge me?? Or is this your way to get this match done, worried that if you do this too late that I could be forgiven??”
 
Vinnie continues to shake his head and sighs.
 
”Just to clarify, I am just asking random questions. I am not trying to seek the victim role that I have been accused of in the past. And of course, what would you do if Fenris in the future would forgive me? Would you tell me that you had reacted in a premature way??  That your judgment had clouded your opinion upon the matter and acted upon yourself so you could pat yourself on the back for a job well done?? To me that is rather egotistical, considering that you have not waited for Fenris decision on what to do to me.”
 
“Now I assume that you will tell me that you cannot wait that long, why not? You have lasted this long already. What is perhaps a few weeks or a month more to you? Is it perhaps the fact that only recently you understood the serious state of his injuries that your brain got disconnected and sparks flew before your eyes?? That the only answer for you to make things right is to blindfold both of us?? What is this?? Wrestling Court?? Where the the person that gets prosecuted and the other party gets the same punishment and have to fight each other to the blind death to escape its eternal punishment?? How does that work???”
 
“Again, I am not trying to weasel out of this match. I will put on that damn hood, I will reach out and touch so to speak before I will lay you out for the count of one, two, and three. I just hope that the official won’t be caught up in it all and blindfold him or herself as well,k because then it would take forever before one of us will fall asleep from boredom. But that is probably not it either isn’t it Max? Because I feel that the idea behind it is more personal and egotistical than doing something right for Fenris. Now obviously I cannot prove it, so please take my words with a pinch of salt like wrestling news on youtube say about the dirtsheets. But I think you are doing this to elevate what is left of your stinking career. Adn if that’s the case Max, I will have drop every remaining respect that I ahd for you in concern to doing this for the Icelandic Warrior thatI have considered to have been my biggest opponent EVER. I know you will not respect me, I know you will tell that all what I say are lies. I don’t care Max, I really don’t. I am not here to ask for your forgiveness or your respect. But I will be damned to let myself being used as some comedy act just because YOU think you got a chance in beating me by blinding me and yourself. How do you think that it will benefit you over me Max?? are your senses so much better when you are blinded?? Or was it like I had said before, just a mindless reaction? Because I think you never thought this through Max… You are perhaps a good friend of Senor Fenris, but you are not on the same level as he and I am Max… Yeah that’s right, I dare to place myself on the same level of that great wrestler….. that great person and I know it will make you foam from the mouth. But that’s okay, i don’t care. I will face you, I will beat you and then…I will make you shake my hand, making you realize that I am not trying to be the victim that wants to pretend to be a hero for the first time in a LOOOONG time, but that it is you Max.”
 
“Don’t say that I am wrong, because I don’t care. The only person that I got to prove something to is HIM and not YOU. ”a
 
Vinnie smiles as he looks at the window and sees the cruise ship appear.
 
”Now if you don’t mind Max? I think I am going to end this conversation of one and prepare myself to board on the cruise of my ultimate successes. So I will see you next week…. Oh wait… I forgot….”
 
With that he winks at the camera as the shot slowly fades as Vinnie gets out and orders his limo driver to bring the luggage with him.

Another lesson learned
 
June 21st 2022
 
The scene cuts open in the gym, Melissa is thrusting kicks and punches against the punching bag. She had felt great after winning her second match this past Sunday, but she knew that everything was just about to start. She had decided to celebrate the victory with Kat this Sunday, wanting to have some girls night out before preparing herself for another match. She hits the punching back with some high knees, feeling how her muscles react to the bag as she had realized how much she had missed training since her departure from kickboxing. She had felt her body slowly getting more muscular and some of her baby fat slowly start to vanish. This caused her to feel pride as she had been told by many outsiders that they had doubts about her, whether she could compete in the wrestling ring after having being away from contact sports for several years now.

“Damn you Jessie….”

Unfortunately not everything was wonderful this past Sunday, her seemingly weekly routine confrontation with Jessie Salco had left a foul taste in her mouth. She got literally sucker punched against her jaw, she couldn’t believe that somehow this smaller woman caused to surprise her. This causes her to growl as she executes several spinning back elbows against either side of the punching back before finishing it with some more heavy knee strikes before standing still in front of the punching bag and focuses upon it. She imagines that it is Jessie standing there, causing her to blast the punching bag with all of her might while screaming out in agony.

The punching continues for several more minutes as sweat pours from her face, the irritation slowly fades as a sinister grin emerges upon her face.

“Take that Jessie….”

She says underneath her breath, hating the situation as she allowed Jessie to get under her skin. It annoyed her. She had vowed that she would be a silent assassin, that she would be cool and collective just like Goth always seemed to be. But why did she allow Jessie to get to her?? A question she didn’t knew the answer to and she hated it.

“Payback is going to be….”

The final part of the sentence disappears in the onslaught of her growling, the punching and the weight of the blows that the punching bag absorbs during Melissa’s training. She was wondering if this was what it was like to be a rookie in the wrestling industry? She had heard the tales of Goth, telling her that he had made newcomers work their asses off in order to survive, or just dispose of them if he thought they could not hang with he best. She had always laughed at the notion of veterans not wanting anything to do with newcomers. But now she started to wonder whether his words held a certain truth to them, seeing how she was been disrespected by others during her two matches… or at least that was how she felt about their respect towards her, or lack off.

“Focus Melissa…, or else you will turn into a laughing stock.”

She holds the punching in her hands for a few moments, focusing on the next series of attacks that she wanted to test. She knew that the woman they call Mercedes Vargas would be studying her every move, watch her two fights that she has had so far and be prepared. She was thankful for Goth to give her advice, but she knew that in the end she had to do it all on her own.

“Best of The Best huh?? Well I will show her, just like I’m going to show Jessie.”

Melissa starts to drive forearm shots into the punching bag with rapid pace, first with her right arm. Driving it deep into the leather of the bag before turning towards her other arm and repeat the same move over and over again. She thought back to the matches she had with Chloe and Arianna. She could tell that even though they had more experience underneath their belts, that they were still wet behind their ears in comparison to the multi-time champion Vargas. Melissa had watched her and Goth perform as a Mixed tag team duo, winning the titles off of two names that people thought were unbeatable. It made her respect Mercedes for taking so many offence from the larger Tempest, allowing her endurance to help her overcome the far more in-experienced amazon of a woman.

“Amazon….” 

She chuckles, she had seen the smaller Bombshells look up at her for her seize and weight advantage over them. She could tell that they envied her because of it, but she on the other hand had issues with their speed and agility. She had often scoffed at the notion that speed kills, she believed that their speed would ultimately be the death of them. But it was far more than that, making her realize that even though Mercedes is an experienced and now older woman. She still must possess a lot of agility and speed to be able to perform at such a high level, making her wonder what it would have been like to have competed her at her very best of her abilities.

“No, must not think that way.”

She starts to shake her head, trying to collect her thoughts. Starting to curse at the notion that during her training that names like Jessie Salco, Chloe and Arianna had popped in her head at a moment of having to focus on her training. And now Mercedes Vargas also?? This is going to be a rough day while exercising.

“Perhaps I should get on the treadmill instead.”

She says with a sigh, turning her attention to the treadmill before shaking her head. She never enjoyed running blindly on a treadmill, she preferred to run laps outside, but she knew there was no other alternative. She gives the punching bag another punch with a lot of anger behind it when she suddenly hears a familiar voice from behind.

“My…, what did the big bad punching bag do to you this time??”

Melissa rests her right arm against the punching bag, while turning around to see a smiling Kat Jones standing there. Ready to prepare herself for her big match against Masque this coming Sunday, something that she had wanted ever since the assault on Amber. Melissa chuckles, wiping some sweat from her forehead with her left hand before holding the punching bag steady before delivering some jabs at it.

“I just lost my focus for a second, some bug was pestering me.”

Kat giggles some more as she starts to do some stretching exercises before starting her own work out.

“And the name of this bug happens to be Jessie Salco??”

Kat asks as her question results into Melissa hitting the bag hard with a massive body shot with her right hand, she follows it up with some forearm shots and ends it with series of quick punches before turning around. She stares at Kat, who already knew the answer to her question and does not even bother looking at Melissa.

“You need to get yourself some anti bug spray Melissa, it seems to be getting to you.”

Melissa sighs, refusing her anger to get hold of her in the fashion that she was feeling. She walks over towards the bench with her towel and a bottle of water, wiping her face before taking a few sips from the water before turning her attention towards Kat.

“I just don’t get what her f****** problem is with me. I….”

She stops, she knows that it is futile to ask rhetorical questions as she knows that she is partially to blame also. It was her that began by grabbing Jessie by the throat several weeks ago. It would be foolish to think that there wouldn’t be any retaliation. She knew she had to apologize for it, but it felt so good that she refused to give in to it. She turns to Kat once more, who seems to be very calm and collective… even though Melissa knew that the current Bombshell Roulette champion was burning from within because of the attack on her sister Amber Ryan.

She sighs while turning her attention back to the punching bag and starts to hit final kicks against it before walking over towards the treadmill. She feels Kat’s eyes burning holes into her back without turning her attention towards her. She places both hands on the side bars and lowers her head.

“Spill it Kat….,”

“You need to learn to calm down Mel, someone like Mercedes will roast you.”

These words sting Melissa as she spins around, not having turned on the treadmill and is about to charge in on Kat. But she ultimately stops when she is a few steps away from Kat, who has a smirk on her face as she is shaking her head.

“Man, you are too easy.”

Melissa’s anger is growing, her hands are closed as fists as she is struggling to contain her cool and collectiveness. But she knows that Kat is right, she just hates to admit it.

“Damnit…,”

Melissa turns around as she is about to walk over towards the treadmill to run off her frustration, but is stopped when Kat has reached out and grabs her arm. Melissa spins around, looking annoyed at Kat who smiles at her.

“Come on now baby girl, don’t be like that… I..”

“BE LIKE WHAT??”
 
The anger inside Melissa is building, looking down at the hand that is holding on to her before staring down at the smaller Kat. Wondering how she is keeping her cool? Asking herself if she could learn that one day, but knew that she just have to swallow her pride and anger.

“I see a lot of myself in you when I started off Mel, it’s a learning process that everyone needs to go through. I…”

“Oh great!! Another written exam that I need to take, what is next teacher?? Do I need to do fifty pushups?? To at least show that I am strong enough??”

Melissa yanks her arm out of the grip of Kat before she decides to sit down on the bench on the other side of the gym. Dropping down with an loud sigh, looking away from Kat as she sees a lot of pictures of legendary wrestlers that have come through the doors of this gym and shakes her head.

“How did you manage to contain your composure Kat??”

Kat sits down opposite Melissa on another bench, she smiles as she tapes her fists.

“I get angry just like you Mel, hell haven’t you paid attention to my intentions what I want to do to Masque since Amber?? I just know how to contain my anger so it won’t allow me to make mistakes. At this moment you have been getting some crash courses on what the lower tier of this company are capable of doing to someone else.”

Melissa stares at her, listening to every word while keeping her mouth shut.

“Look, I am not saying that these you have fought aren’t talented. And you allowed someone like Jessie to outsmart you this past Sunday. And you know why??”

Melissa stares at Kat, curious what she is going to say next. But one thing is for sure, she isn’t going to like it.

“You got overconfident Mel, granted. You had Jessie literally in the palm of your hand the other day. And what happened this past Sunday?? You allowed your guard to be dropped and she literally let you bite the dust.”

Melissa is about to react to Kat’s statement, telling her that she was wrong. That Jessie got lucky and that it wouldn’t happen next time. But she decides to keep her mouth shut, because she realizes that she would be making another capital mistake if she even dared to believe those words. Inwardly she curses at herself, wanting to punch something out of frustration… But she refuses to give in.

“How do I change all of this Kat?”

She asks with a sigh, she knows she has to change something in order to keep her composure against a seasoned veteran like Mercedes. Her head snaps upwards as she feels a hand touching her shoulder, causing her to break free from her own inner thoughts as she stares into the eyes of the Bombshell Roulette champion.

“I will teach you, but first?? You and I are going to spar a little.”

Melissa nods her head, allowing herself to finally smile as she actually was looking forward to spar a little with Kat. She knew that this would help her get her focus back again and perhaps learn something about her fellow Saviors stable member for their encounter for the title on the cruise ship later on.

Flashback

June 15 2010

A young Melissa is studying, listening to some music as she hums along with some Coldplay, she turns around on her back as she keeps the book high above her head in an attempt to learn the material for her exams. Suddenly the door opens as the family dog enters the room and quickly jumps up on her bed, startling her for a moment before bursting out in laughter.

“Damnit Jimmy, you shouldn’t sneak up on me like that!”

The small Jack Russel barks in excitement as it is shaking its tail and is trying to give Melissa a lick or two, but her long arms prevents it from reaching her face as it desperately tries to reach. She quickly sits up, starts to cuddle with the dog for a moment before getting up and takes the dog back to the stairs as to take it back downstairs.

”Score that damn goal!!!!”

Melissa hears her father screaming at the television, clearly he has been watching another football game(soccer). Melissa sits down at the edge of the stairs, listening to her father shout and rant along as clearly things aren’t going his way.

“Let’s hope that he had not put any money on the game Jimmy.”

Says Melissa as she is rubbing the dogs belly, understanding now why it had ran up the stairs and towards her bedroom. The dog always got scared when her father got this way, being very sensitive to loud noises caused it always to run towards her. She knew the dog always enjoyed her company as she was always nice to him, maybe too nice as she sometimes spoiled it a little bit too much at times. But she couldn’t help it, she loved the dog and it always made her smile by doing something ridiculous.

“I knew I shouldn’t have placed that bet on this stinking team!!!”

This answered Melissa’s earlier question, even though she had already known that her father was once again betting on something in the hope of one day making a quick big buck. But so far he failed more often than getting that big time payday. She sighs as she slowly gets up to her feet and walks back to her bedroom. Closing the door behind her as she allowed Jimmy to stay in her bedroom.

“Okay Jimmy, you can stay for the night. But you have to get inside your basket okay??”

She watches the dog happily jump out of her hands and walks over to his basket, circling around inside it for a few times before slowly falling in sleep. She smiled, wishing that everything else in life would have been this easy. Only to turn her attention back to her study book as she sighs.

“I guess it’s time to study again.”

Melissa drops on her bed, grabs the book that she was studying from and places her headset back on her head as she immediately starts to bob her head when hearing a classic George Michael song.

“Melissa?? Did Jimmy run into your room???”

Her father can be heard on the other side of the door as he had knocked on her door before talking to her. This caused her to sigh as she paused the music

“He is here dad, want me to bring him downstairs again???”

There’s a moment of silence on the other side of the door, she knew that her father had come to the conclusion that he had scared the dog. He had always loved Jimmy, causing it to make it even harder for him as he realized that these reactions scared the dog. She hears him softly cry as he slowly walks off, telling her that the Jimmy could stay with her for now. She looks down at Jimmy, who is looks up at her from his basket while wiggling his tail..

“Don’t you worry little fellow, daddy will be alright.”

Jimmy barks with excitement before starting to play with a toy inside of his basket while Melissa goes back to study.

Present day

“Can we have a dog dad??!!”

Goth’s son is screaming as he and Melissa had taken him to a dog breeder, Gerrit Jr. immediately runs over to a nest of Labrador pups as he quickly locks a small black lab in his arms that he thought was the cutest. Goth and Melissa can be seen standing at the doorway, smiling at the scene in front of them as Melissa puts her head onto his chest.

“Doesn’t that look cute Gerrit??”

Goth can be seen nodding, giving Melissa a kiss on the forehead as they had been talking about buying a dog for his son’s birthday. Realizing that they wouldn’t always be at home as they are now both travelling together that a companion for his son would be a good distraction for him. Gerrit Jr. had been constantly asking what the surprise was since Goth had told him that he and Melissa had one for him. They even had to blindfold him to be sure that he wouldn’t find out before stepping foot inside the kennel. But the sounds of dogs barking had already given away what the surprise would be.

“This one is so cute dad!! Can I have it?? Please???”

Goth’s son turns his eyes towards him, lifting the small pup in his hands as the little dog was yelping happily as it wiggles it’s tail.

“How can I possibly say no to that Melissa??”

He whispers into her ear before telling his son that if that was the dog he wants, that he can have it. Melissa watches Goth and his son walk off to the dog breeder himself to handle the paper work. Melissa then turns her attention to the other pups in the nest as she saw a small light brown haired pup in the corner of the nest as it is snuggled up to his mother. This caused her heart to melt as she kneels down and watches the small dog and its mother.

“My aren’t you an adorable sight??”

She says with a loving smile on her face, admiring the beautiful sight before sighing. Closing her eyes as she remembers her own dog when she was younger, the happiness that the dog had given her made her want one for herself once more. But she knew that she couldn’t take care of one if she wasn’t home much, but the joy that it would bring Goth’s son would be enough for her.

“I wish Gerrit Jr, would have picked you beautiful, but I think your mother would have something to say about that.”

She runs her fingers across the back of the pup’s head as its eyes are still closed, smiling as the pup is slightly changes his position so that Melissa could caress it better.

“There is room left for a brother or sister Melissa.”

Says Goth as Melissa turns around and sees him standing behind her with his son next to him. The look on her face tells him that she had not expected that from him.

“What are you saying??”

Goth chuckles as he slowly lowers next to her, staring at the small pup as he turns his attention back towards Melissa.

“What I am saying is that I agree that a dog to play with for my son is a great idea, but our house is rather big for just one pup. But after seeing you two dog lovers drool over these dogs made me realize that one isn’t enough.”

His words causes Melissa’s smile to grow before wrapping her arms around his neck and kisses him on the cheek as she whispers thank you into his ear. She slowly pulls away and turns back towards the pup and smiles.

“I think we will be good friends for a very long time.”

She slowly rises as she, Goth and his son walk off as the camera moves back towards the pup before fading out slowly.

The next step in my career

Melissa is seen doing sit-ups in an empty gym, focused as she stares past the camera into the void. She does some more sit-ups before sitting up and grabbing the bottle of water next to her. Splashing some of the water across her face before taking a long sip of water before placing it back on the ground next to her before wiping the sweat from her face with the back of her hand.

“Hello everybody, welcome back to the world of Melissa.”

She gives a wink to the camera as her focus is slowly fading, she slowly gets up to her feet and walks over towards the bend with her towel. She stares at herself in the mirror, feeling quite impressed with her physique, admiring her muscles as she flexes them in front of the mirror for a few moments. She wraps the towel around her neck as she turns around and stares over her shoulder to her back. Nodding in approval as she turns her focus back on the camera.

“You like what you are seeing??”

She giggles as she can tell that the cameraman is feeling awkward by her small flirting, she shakes her head and sighs.

“Seeing that I finished my workout I have time for you people to express my appreciation.”

She turns her head towards the camera, showing a more serious look on her face.

“That’s right, I said appreciation. I know, that is something you wouldn’t expect from some of the superstars or Bombshells that this company possesses. But it’s true, because I realize that I am still nothing more than a rookie. A rookie that has got a mentor that has got the knowledge of this sport that not many possesses. He has been a wrestler on and off for over 20 years…, someone that has done it all and sees it all…..”

“the only question I have is, how much can you learn in your preparation for someone that is as much of a veteran like Goth? Someone that has done it all and seen it all just like him… like Mercedes Vargas.”

She turns silent after uttering the name of the legendary Bombshell, who has done so much in Sin City Wrestling, but also beyond. Someone that she knew would be one of her opponents in the Bombshell title match at the Summer XXXTReme cruise ship. She knew that she would one day face someone that is far more superior to her past two opponents. She just didn’t expected it to happen so soon, making her wonder whether she would be ready for someone like Mercedes.

“I have to admit, when the card came up. I was both surprised and excited. Surprised, merely because you would have expect that they would keep the wrestlers separated from who those who will be participating alongside yourself. But ultimately the excitement got the better of me….”

“Just imagine that you are a young talented ball player, playing your first ever game in the big leagues of the NBA. And your first challenger is the greatest of all time?? Now I have seen a pattern of my past two opponents, telling me that I would not know how I would be able to combat those who have the experience at their side and try to convince me that they could overcome everything that I bring. Now we all know how desperate the two prior in my confrontations ultimately have done to succeed. Which is non-existence so to speak. Because there was no doub inside etheir brains that I would lose, experience equals victory isn’t it not???”

Melissa shakes her head, clearly not believing the words that she used to in an attempt to capture the listening fans imagination, because she knew she would not have so much luck with her opponent.

“Look at me, I’m at it for merely five minutes and already the expectation is driving my nerves to go sky high. Just imagine how my nerves would be the first few seconds that we will be standing face to face inside that six sided ring. Excitement that could have solely two options when it comes down to having me facing someone so much better….. Either I get excited, or ultimately very disappointed. And don’t worry, before you all going to start and scream out the obvious??? I am going to explain why before I will amaze you with so much more that I got to offer.”

“Because let’s face it, excitement always turns into disappointment, no matter how hard you try to conceal it. And you know why??”




She shrugs her shoulders, as if to say that she couldn’t believe that nobody could see the obvious thing that she was seeing.

“No matter how hard you seem to grasp reality of something, or in this case someone’s legacy. It ultimately crumble underneath your feet. Because lets face it, if the woman that is Mercedes Vargas, then why in the hell did she needed to qualify for a championship belt. A championship belt that what I have been told by Goth, is a championship belt that is reserved for those who are at the beginning of their careers, a championship belt that is a test case for wrestlers that aren’t ready yet to make that next step in their careers?? A championship belt that the management known for its constant threat of the unknown, not knowing what you have to endure to win a match to keep the belt…. The mere fact that this grand slam champion has to endure this level of uncertainty…. Makes me wonder what has happened to her legacy that she has fallen down to the level of those who dare to look up instead of having to look down.”

“I am sure that you will take a different approach Mercedes.
That no matter what, it is a championship belt. And the greatness that you are doesn’t concern itself with whether it is championship A, or B or C. As long as you get the spotlight once again shining brightly upon you… just like it did when you were fortunate enough for Goth to ask you to be his partner. For one it was the opportunity to prove to the world that he still had what it took to be a champion, while for the other it was just another opportunity o get a payday… wasn’t it not Mercedes??”

Melissa shakes her head, letting disbelief coming over her.

“Now I know that it is nothing more than an opinion, something that I am entitled to have isn’t it not?? Something that only concerns the one that expresses it, namely myself… And the one that it is addressed towards. And that’s you, but opinions are the easiest things to be swapped aside as if they were pesky bugs isn’t it?? Opinions do not matter is often used by those who disagree, but I am sure that you will sigh and shake your head. Realizing that another rookie is just telling the world what she wants to believe, that it has no impact upon you and that you will teach me a lesson…. Goodie, another instructor that I can cause to have their heads spin around faster than the classic Exorcist movie. Too bad for you Mercedes, that my opinion bears much more weight on the truth because I got to watch it up and close personally, I have seen the mere fact behind the curtains that it wasn’t YOU that ultimately brought glory to the team of you and Goth…. But it was YOU that brought shame when YOU lost the belts at the very first title defense that you and Goth had…”

“Now I know, I know what you must be thinking. Interesting concept Melissa, but what does that got to do with a rookie’s chances in beating a veteran like you?? Good question and I will get to that eventually, all you need to do is show some restrain and be patient.”

She winks at the camera before focusing towards the mirror once again as she empties the bottle of water.

“It’s quite simple if you think of it, so please take notes Mercedes. Or else you will be opening shows very soon by facing the likes of Jessie Salco. You see, unlike you being forced to wrestle the same names like me. I am facing them, in the hope of rising up towards a level so that I do not have to look down again… While with your downward spiral of a career, it will be the ultimate embarrassment that you got to live with until you decide to retire. Now am I saying that every Bombshell that is in this Roulette title division someone that is stuck in limbo?? Of course not, look at Kat for instance. She is the best example I can give you, she is the one that holds the title. Whom already has defended it successfully and is currently in the main event status of this weeks show… a level that I intend to exceed and who knows, perhaps even dare to surpass?? You see what the difference is between you and me?? The mere thought that I am staring at the sunlight of greater things and you into the dark pits of being a disgrace. Makes me wonder, are you that delusional?? Or are you just addicted to it? In the hope of one day get that final energy boost of greatness that ultimately ends up to be your overdose??”

“And before everyone is going to say the obvious and stupid comment that I am wishing her suffer to an addiction like Goth had gone through?? You really to check your ignorant minds before wasting my time with profanity. Because I am seeing someone that used to be at the same level of respect as my fiancé. Who ultimately came back because he didn’t wanted his career to end the same way that Mercedes her career is directed towards. That he knows that there is still one final world title reign left in him, that there is still one or more great iconic matches left in him… While YOU??”

Melissa shakes her head and sighs.

“My words may be harsh, my words are maybe non deserving to the legacy of your career. But at least I know from my past as a kickboxer, that how terrible it is to slide down from the ranks of what you were used to be on a regular basis. To see others, often younger competitors just like me knocking at your door and surpass you. While you are struggling to keep up, every now and then earning victories to give your confidence another boost. Just like I have seen that you have been on a winning streak just like me… good for you Mercedes, there’s nothing like that feeling that nobody can touch you.”

Melissa suddenly does a series of quick punches in the air directed towards the camera, causing it to quickly back off as the fists came a little bit too close to the lens. Melissa’s smiles as she snaps her head from left to right before turning her focus back on the camera.

“I am not going to make the mistake that my past two opponents have made, telling me that they will beat me. The only thing that I am going to say Mercedes, that I want to beat you. I want to beat you in a way that makes you wake up from what kingdom from the sky that you think you will grace us with every single week. Because the reality is that I want to beat you. Whether I kick the taste out of your mouth or that I will put you down on the canvas with my ground attack. It will all come down to one thing, that I want to beat you. That I am the next in I am sure an equal long list of defeats as you have in victories…. Like I already said, you have beaten people on a weekly basis for a while now. That’s great, because that means that when I beat you, you hear that Mercedes?? I said when, not if… but when I beat you, I will know that I have beaten someone that means more to me and my career than the two I have already beaten.”

“And that doesn’t mean I don’t respect and appreciate the efforts of the two young girls, but from the line of sports where I came from it means so much more by beating a woman… a lady, because we can all kick some girls asses and walk away as if it was nothing. No Mercedes, I want the very best that you claim to be. To have your head hanging on my wall as a trophy of some sorts will make it all worth it by beating a woman that unlike her past three victories is on a downward spiral.”

She slowly gets up to her feet, stares at the camera and shakes her head.

“Just whatever you do and say, please don’t disappoint just me but also yourself by telling me that I am wrong. Don’t disappoint me by telling me the obvious that you will teach me a lesson. Because those words mean that you do not respect who I am and what I stand for. Because I stand for those who can accomplish so much by working hard and believing in themselves. Because that is what I stand for, to prove to myself and to my fiancé that I do belong. And I know, don’t let his kind and supportive words fool you. I know that he still has some doubts in his mind whether I belong here. Whether my two wins is a positive sign that I belong in the same ring with people like them and you… before that I move on to bigger fish that actually make headlines and do not repeat themselves like they did ten years ago. Because that’s what you are, stuck in the past. Why don’t you just call up the mean girls and have a final reunion or some sorts. Because there’s always a group of people that will cheer for a nostalgia pop…. Not me Mercedes, I am one punch, one kick or one submission away from sending you to Summer XXXTReme a broken and battered Bombshell that you are… and those victories in a row does not hide the mental and physical scars that are clearly showing underneath the thick layers of makeup and lies. But you will find that out eventually this coming Sunday.”

Melissa walks to the door to exit the gym before turning around and stares at the camera for the final time.

“I hope you will admire the handy work that I will bring to the dance this Sunday Mercedes. Because when I am done with you, I will turn you into a masterpiece for the final time…. Because I will capture you in a way that will allow people to remember you forever and talk about you upon the same level as the Mona Lisa. Ending your career on a high note when I beat you into an early retirement… until Sunday Mercedes… until Sunday…,”

With that Melissa walks through the doorway as the shot slowly fades.

A wonderful time together
 
Tucson, Arizona.

June 14 2022, 9pm.

Goth hand Melissa are seen sitting in a secluded spot in a small restaurant, Goth had booked the entire restaurant for themselves to preserve some privacy for the two of them. They are both eating some fish while enjoying some classic jazz in the background being played by a local jazz band. Goth is sitting in his trademark Armani suit, a dark blue one with a matching tie. His jacket is hanging across the seat of his chair. His hair is tied up in a long pony tail, so that it will not fall in front of his eyes as he is admiring the beautiful woman that is sitting ion the other end of the table.

“Enjoying your dinner my love=”

He asks his fiancé as the camera turns around, there we see Melissa seated wearing a strapless yellow dress that clings perfectly against her body. The dress has a slit that reveals part of her leg that leaves you wonder, but hides enough to keep things classy. She is drinking some wine from a crystal glass, something that Goth always inquired a restaurant of having before booking a dinner for them as he just wanted to have the very best to offer for his loved one. He himself was drinking orange juice, refusing to drink alcohol after what had transpired when his wife had perished.

Melissa smiles as she nods her head before taking a final sip from her glass and places it back upon the table. She places her hands underneath her chin and stares at the man that promised he along with Whisper would train her.

“I have to say, you sure know how to spoil a lady Gerrit, this restaurant is wonderful and the food is incredible. How….”

She doesn´t finish her sentence as she sees Goth smirk towards her, already knowing what she was going to ask.

“How did I find this restaurant?? Well I have to kill you if I told you”

He smiles before putting a napkin to his mouth before answering her question.

“I remembered this restaurant when I was still competing in Global Wrestling Alliance. The then owner of this establishment was a fan of the company, he had connections with Grinder and Al Cohol. And if you ever got hand picked by the owners to represent their group, then you wouldn´t ever have to worry about booking a table for the rest of your life. Plus my picture is on the wall behind you.”

Goth says while pointing towards the wall of people who had visited this restaurant in the past, posing with the then owner. Melissa turns around and sees an old picture of a younger looking Goth and his manager/then wife Sapphira. She rolls her eyes before turning her attention back to her fiancé.

“I should have known, so are there other restaurants I should know off that has the same wrestlers friendly policy??”

She giggles as she watches Goth nearly choke on a piece of his fish before drowning it away with his glass of orange juice. He then turns his gaze back at his fiancé, that told her everything that she needed to know. The two turned their attention back to their dinner for the next ten minutes, calmly enjoying the music and sharing a word or two every now and then. They have always enjoyed moments like these as she had gotten accustomed to his wealth very quickly. Although she always had protested that she would have preferred to chip in every now and then, because she knew that others ultimately see her as a gold digger. Goth had offered her a job at his friend Jonathan Porter back in the day before they had a long talk about him returning to wrestling. She had loved the opportunity to earn something on her own and Goth had offered to place all of her earnings on her own bank account, in case if ever came a moment that she needed her own money. But as expected, that moment to this very day has not come, but she had always shared her gratitude towards him for allowing her to stand on her own two feet as well.

Goth suddenly reached down inside his jacket and pulled out an envelope, this causes Melissa to raise an eyebrow as she stared at it inside his hand.

“What is this Gerrit??”

He smiles as he gestures her to take it, as she ultimately reached out for and grabbed it. She stares at him for a few moments before opening the envelope and pulls out….

“As your manager, I had decided to receive your first paycheck after your win against Chloe a few weeks ago. I thought it was a reason for us to celebrate this.”

She looks back up at him with a look of shock, she didn’t know that this was a part of the business that they were. Already assuming that the money would have been transferred tot heir shared bank account.

“I…, I don’t know what to say Gerrit. I….”

He places a hand on top of hers, squeezing it softly and reassuringly. This caused her to look up from the check that he had handed to her as she stares at his eyes with tears of joy emerging. She realized that she is truly now a part of something that her fiancé has been part of on and off for 20 years now. Understanding that she was very thankful for the fact that she had him helping her into this line of business. Helping her make the right decisions and to know who you can and cannot trust without making the many mistakes he had made when he had started out with Sapphira.  She places the paycheck down on the table next to her and reaches out for his hands as the two share a moment together.

“I will do anything in my power not to disappoint you.”

He smiles as he places his hand on top of the hand with her engagement ring , he softly rubs his fingers across the soft skin of her fingers before stopping as he feels the coldness of the jewelry.

“You have already made me a very proud man when you competed in your first ever match. But you have to understand that since you have stepped foot inside that ring for the very first time, that people are now noticing you. They will watch your every move, listen to your every word. Waiting for a moment to come that you will make a mistake and capitalize upon it. Because if these Bombshells are anything as the guys in that locker room that I have to deal with, you being associated with me means nothing to them.”

She nods her head, soaking up every word that he is telling her while turning her hand around that he was caressing and locks her fingers with his.

“I have allowed you in recent weeks to acclimate to our way of life, to our way of preparing for a match. You have to realize that even though she put on a hell of a fight, Chloe needs to understand that to survive in this business that you need to learn how to turn that switch off. Not to be the nice sweet girl that she is, but to learn that the other one is coming to you’re your spot. And I am positive that most of these ladies, they will look at you and tell you that you got lucky.”

Melissa rolls her eyes

“Like Jessie???”

Goth chuckles after hearing the name of the Bombshell that for some reason they keep bumping into backstage, but eventually  nods his head in reaction to her words.

“That indeed also includes Jessie Salco. But even though how strong or rough her words are attempted to be, there are women out there that are exceptionally with cutthroat mentality. Just look at Kat for instance, she had to learn the hard way that having friends is great, but she realized ultimately that when it comes down to earning these cheques.”

He points at the envelope next to Melissa

“That friends can be a liability, thankfully there are those who stick around you and do have the best interest at heart. Whereas others just want to ride your coattail and enjoy the ride while it lasts.”

Melissa nods her head in understanding, mentally imprinting the words into her brain. She knewthat she had a tough fight with Chloe. She had commented her opponent on putting a good fight and started to like the young girl, although Goth had warned her not to get too friendly with everyone just overnight. But he had no qualms over Chloe, what isn’t to be liked about her she had often thought.

But she had understood what he had meant with his words of advice, she had known that this “dinner date” wasn’t just going to be a small celebration of their recent victories in past weeks. He had told her that he would critique her after every single match and would not hold back on telling her the negatives over the positives. She had forgotten these words after she had wrestled for Climax Control 332 and not having heard a single thing between that show and CC 333. But now she understood why, she realized that he was testing her. Making sure that she would not drop her guard, especially now with her second match coming up. A qualifying match to advance to a multi Bombshell match for the Bombshell Roulette title, a title that Kat Jones held.

“You do realize that this week is even far more important than your in ring debut right??”

Melissa blinks a second, she was lost in her own thoughts. Not believing that if she could be in a potential title match that she needed to refocus back on him. She could tell that he had noticed as he was shaking his head towards her.

“That Melissa, is exactly why I told you to remain focused at all times Melissa.”

She nods her head as her face starts to blush in shame.

“I’m sorry, you are right.”

She knew that in situations like these that his face would turn gentle, smiling at her as she admitted to him that she was wrong. But his gaze remained focused upon her, as if he was a teacher that is telling her that she had detention. This caused her to be insecure whether she had made the right decision or whether she said the right thing.

“It’s okay Melissa, I was merely pointing out that some of these Bombshells would smell blood in one instance of hesitation or doubt. You see, every match that you step foot inside the ring is the most important match in your career. Don’t look behind you, because the outcome of that match cannot be changed. But neither do not look too far ahead, especially when it is only your second match ever. I know it is tempting to think past your opponent, looking at the names that already have qualified for a Bombshell Roulette title shot. To experience a match that is unlike anything else that you have ever experienced my dear. But to get there, you got to beat someone that is already waiting for you to make a mistake.”

She nods her head, inwardly letting out a sigh of relief as she realizes that he wasn’t angry at her, merely pointing out that he had noticed a sign of weakness and reminding her of it so she would not make that same mistake again.

“But don’t worry your pretty little head for too much homework for one night. We are here to celebrate you’re in-ring debut and winning your debut match.”

He says as he raises his glass of orange juice in the air, waiting for her to grab her glass of wine as the two toast

“To the future…”

“To the future……”

Both of them say with a smile upon their faces as the shot fades.

Preparation for my match

We see Melissa kick against the punching bag with aggression as we see Kat holding on to the bag, trying to maintain her position as Melissa’s kicks are with lots of force.

“You okay Mel?”

Asks Kat after Melissa finishes with a spinning kick to the bag before walking towards the bench where her bottle of water is. She takes a long tug from the bottle while keeping her eyes forced upon the mirror in front of her, showing her sweating body as she runs her arm across her face to wipe some of her sweat from her forehead before sighing.

“Yeah, I guess….”

She turns her face towards Kat, who is now resting her right arm against the punching bag and shows a concerned look on her face as that causes Melissa to sigh and nod her head.

“Okay, It´s the complete bullshit you know.”

Kat walks over towards the bench and sits down, grabbing her own bottle and takes a sip from it also while looking upwards to Melissa, padding on the bench to sit beside her as Melissa smiles and does so.

“You talking about the social attention you are getting?”

“Is it that obvious?”

Melissa sighs, she turns her head towards the punching bag that she was kicking towards a few moments ago. Staring at it as it as she is closing her hands to fists in annoyance.

“Gerrit had warned me about people wanting to take shots at me because of him. , or even because I am a rookie and that they would not acknowledge your first victory as a real one. I feel bad for Chloe, she gave it her all.. I just happened to beat her.”

Kat nods her head and smiles, she takes a sip from her bottle before turning her attention back towards Melissa.

“Everyone wants to claim that they were the first one that has beaten any newcomer that steps foot in our organization. Or merely to be the one that can claim that she is the Alpha Female of the entire roster, trust me. I have had to deal with several bullshit myself, but now that I am the Roulette champion, exactly what I told them I would become.”

Melissa’s expression is focused upon Kat, raising her eyebrow in curiosity.

“You?? By whom??”

Kat turns her gaze towards Melissa and her expression upon her face has changed into a serious one. She keeps her gaze upon Melissa for a few moments before pushing some sweaty hairs out of her face and sighs.

“I have been her for a while now Mel, I have had some confrontations either inside the ring or on social media. People that I considered to have been my friends, but also people that now believe that they deserve to wear what I got.”

Melissa nods her head, she understands that being the Roulette champion makes you be the hunted one instead of being the hunter. She looks down at her hands, slowly reopening them slowly as the whiteness disappears as the blood flows back through her hands and fingers.

“Roxi and Keira??”

Kat nods, Melissa has heard about the situation from Goth. She never wanted to confront Kat about it, even though she could not understand why people would do this. But then remembered the warning from Goth about not opening up too much towards people that you didn’t knew. She herself had some altercations with Jessie Salco, she couldn’t believe that such a tiny girl could be so annoying. She had been screaming at Goth out of view from the camera’s about these moments, wanting to do something terrible to Jessie. But she knew that she couldn’t do something like that, because she wanted to do it inside the ring and make people world wide witness that she is better than her.. even if she as merely a rookie.

She lowers her head and digs her nails to the sides of her head and groans annoyingly.

“Jessie??”

“I cannot believe that she took liberty in telling Chloe that even if she trained her that it wouldn’t matter in her confrontation that she wants with Masque. I mean seriously? Are you this thickheaded?? And doesn’t she understand that she is belittling herself?? I mean, has she ever trained anyone??”

Kat chuckles, understanding the frustration from Melissa as she places her hand upon the knee of the blonde Bombshell.

“I hate to tell you, but I think Goth needs to educate you a bit more about not having people get under your skin. Because whether you like it or not?? That little bug is clearly getting to you.”

“SHE’S NO…….”

She suddenly stops, realizing her reaction is clearly the opposite to the exact thing that she is trying to convince Kat that it doesn’t.

“Oh fuck…, you are right…. I bet Gerrit would love to educate me with his ultimate wisdom of how NOT to be influenced by others….”

Kat giggles, she recognizes the hot temper of her fellow Saviors member. She knew that Melissa came from Kickboxing, a serious sport that at the level that she competed in isn’t as what she has gotten herself into in the pro wrestling division. She gives Melissa a hug as the larger woman is still frustrated before finally giving in and returns the hug.

“I guess this is what Gerrit meant, when he said that I would regret my decision to enter pro wrestling.”

The two women share a laugh as Melissa gives Kat a final hug before telling her that she is going to take a shower. The two give each other a fist bump before Melissa grabs her towel and bottle of water before walking to the shower, nearly bumping into the camera crew as that causes her to roll her eyes annoyingly.

“You guys are like Jessie Salco, you seem to be everywhere when I turn my ass around the corner. But I guess you are just like her, wanting to know what is on my mind huh??”

The cameraman nods the camera up and down, telling her that he indeed wants to get her view upon her qualifying match for the Bombshell Roulette title match at the Summer XXXTreme extravaganza. This causes her to roll her eyes, but she quickly recovers herself and nods her head as she motions the camera crew to follow her as she heads towards the ladies dressing room, stopping as she turns around the corner as she holds up her hand to stop them.

“Now fellows, I know that in the coming time you and I will get to know each other in a more personal way. But to have you gawk around while I undress for a shower is something where I draw the line.”

She winks at the camera crew before closing the door for them, making them wait until she has showered and changed.

A bit later on.

We see Melissa all dressed and seated in a lounging chair in the relaxation area of the training facility where she and the others are training in. Wearing a classic Goth shirt and some baggy pants that she likes to wear after a workout. She nods to the camera crew to start recording what she has got to say against her opponent this week in Ariana Angelos, clearly she has got a lot on her mind as she gets into right away.

“Well to all of you out there watching this, how are you guys and girls??? I hope you all have had a wonderful weekend, enjoyed watching my man beat Jason Halc in a very convincing way. As well as me giving Jessie a heads up, I don’t like to be made fun off. But I guess some girls just have to learn it the hard way huh??”

She grins as she pushes some hair out of her face and stares intently at the camera.

“But even though I could go on and on about Jessie seemingly for hours, I have to let the world know that she isn’t my opponent for this week. Ariana is. And I have to tell you, I was entertained as well as confused by the things that she has said. And I wonder, is this going to be a theme around this place when it comes down to smaller and fast paced ladies in this company?? Because even though it was Ariana speaking, even though it was clearly her accent that told me that it wasn’t Jessie. I could not help myself and wonder if I was just staring and listening to Jessie Salco 2.0.”

“And I know, I have already broken the first promise that I have made you a few moments ago. But does speed kill size?? Does veteran leadership of some sorts beat the ability of a talented newcomer?? Because quite frankly, even though you have not been active in this company or sports for as long as Jessie… You sure as hell sounded as like you learned to be a copycat in your training facility that you came from. Can I honestly tell you that cheating never pays off in the long run?? At least I am learning it the hard way, being molded and stretched  by people that do not tell others of how great they are and how much they have accomplished. I mean seriously, if I had to do hat I would just tell you to look at the achievements of my fiancé alone and that will dwarf that of your trainer Ariana. And quite frankly, it feels like I am dealing with a nine year old, telling another nine year old that her dad’s car is much bigger than her dad’s car. But I guess you have to start somewhere don’t you?? And who am I as a rookie to tell the world how they should address their opponent in believing of how they will beat the other and how not? Because I’m just a mere former kick boxer and that is just a side attraction isn’t it???”

“It’s quite interesting to see how I can clearly understand why I am being thrown into this qualifying match Ariana. Just imagine, after two matches already competing for a championship belt. Isn’t that incredible?? Isn’t that amazing?? I bet that not many wrestlers out there can claim the same thing to be honest, but that’s what determination and talent can do for you when THEY can tell that YOU just want it more than people like…. Oh I don’t know.. YOU??”

Melissa chuckles from uttering those words towards her opponent.

“Forgive me if I sound disrespectful, because I have no ill feelings towards you or anyone out there in this company. It may sound hard to believe in an industry that has shattered more friendships and family bonds than the Los Angeles Lakers and the Boston Celtics have won NBA championships combined. But that’s how I am, oh sure people can annoy me like some pesky bug. But do you know what people do to pesky bugs?? They eventually swat them out of the air and leave a small trail of blood somewhere to remind ourselves that in the end we will out do any possible pest that bothers us. And before you start to question yourself, you are not that pest my dear… not yet anyways… so I would love to just give you a free advice from my part?? Don’t tempt me okay??”

“I know that this approach my startle you, I am aware that you have seen my first ever promo that I put out on the social web and television screens of you lovely people when I faced Chloe. And that promo was and I will be the first to admit, rather nerve wrecking. But in the end, you know what?? It got the job done sweetheart, something I have gotten to understand that your last outing didn’t do as productive as my first ever?? But you know what they say don’t you?? Just put on a happy smile, don’t give up and give it your all. Because in the end, lady luck will ultimately grant you the one thing that you have been working oh so hard for…. Championship opportunities right??? Oh what a load of…”

Melissa stops, waving her hand in front of her mouth in an apologetic fashion.

“I’m sorry, I just got a little bit carried away. It’s one of the things that Goth had taught me to work on and I know that Rome wasn’t built in a day, so neither will my restrain of not fucking up by expressing myself in a bit too much of an aggressive fashion. You see, I am amazed of how little you truly know about me and the sports of my background Ariana?? Have you ever witnessed a kickboxing fight?? Or have you never seen Rico Verhoeven just annihilate his opponets in just one swift moment?? Speed is so relevant in your own perspective my pretty. Just because you can hop around and run fast, doesn’t make me so damn slow. But I will allow you to be grateful of your ability to entertain the crowd. I am in the art of taking people down, working on their ligaments until they either cannot move anymore or have n more energy left to continue to compete. Sound much more believable and keep me competing in a long term capacity. Because lets be honest, if we have to mention the little bug one more time as in a comparison… do you think that I will be hobbling on one leg after getting injured for the millionth time?? Oh absolutely not, look at me. I am such a physical specimen that will be able to stand toe to toe with so called monsters of this wrestling industry. I am capable of enduring much more pain and am capable of nurturing my body better than the little pesky bug can.”

“I hope that I have taught you a valuable lesson Ariana, something that you will never be educated of by your personal trainer. And do you know why?? I will tell you exactly why little girl, because your trainer knows that in the end she will have to retire, knowing that she had been unable to maximize her full potential because of her physical limitations. And that is exactly what will transpire by you… And if she had told you, then I am positive that she would have lost someone that would have paid how much ridiculous amount of money to be trained?? In one day hoping to step foot in the ring with someone that you believe has the same morals and believes when it came down to wrestling??”

“Only to wake up, staring upwards into my face and realize that reality is so much differently than you have ever hoped it would be. And that is where I will succeed where you will fail… and trust me, if there’s anyone that knows more about a Roulette champion… Ask my man, three time champion. At one point held the most title defenses and tied at that point the longest reign of any male superstar in Sin City Wrestling. So I know that I can expect the unexpected, I know that I can either smile or curse at the stipulation that is being put in front of me. But in the end, I know that only one kick or a submission hold will put you down Ariana. And there’s nothing that you or your training can do to prepare for it…. But until that moment comes baby girl, I hope you will have a very nice sleep, enjoy your breakfast before heading to the arena in anticipation of a butt kicking that I will personally give you. ”

Melissa winks at the camera as if she was winking at Ariana personally

“Just imagine Ariana, I will be at the same cruise ship that Goth brought me onto last year as nothing more than a spectator… And this year?? I may just end up with a championship opportunity in only my third match. Meaning that if I manage to arrive at that opportunity, it will only confirm that I must have done something right and you haven’t… I just hope that wen  you realize that I have beaten you, that the next set of watchful eyes and listening ears will not make the same mistake that a few little bugs have made in my journey to championship greatness…. But before that happens, I know that I have to deal with you first… So I will see you at the arena in Tucson Ariana”

With that Melissa blows a kiss towards the camera as the shot slowly fades.