So close, yet so far away. Is this going to be history repeating itself? Or is it merely the moment that will come and that I will finally taste blood once again? I need this moment to come eventually, to drink blood and be the very best that the world has seen. Or else the moment has to come that I need to move on and step away… and guess what? I’m not done by a LONG SHOT!!!
We see Goth preparing himself in the gym, working himself into a big time sweat. He drops the dumbbells and lifts his head towards the camera, we see the sweat dropping to the ground as his eyes tell us a tale. A tale of anger, a tale of wanting revenge. A tale of being upset, mostly upon himself.
And what do you want?? Oh let me guess, you are here to gloat about the second loss in just as much matches huh? Go ahead, laugh… I always come back at someone’s throat and just choke it out like a bad habid.
His eyes are almost bloodshed, his muscles are tensed up to a point where he needs a rest after a gruesome workout. He grabs a Gatorade and drinks from it, we can see him pour it down his throat before throwing away the bottle and wipe the sweat from his face.
Kain, congratulations. You have gone far in my absence from the ring. But you do realize that just like the Sins, I’m not done with you jackass just yet. But I’m here and I’m man enough to admit that you had all the cards on the right place that given night. Use the King’s ways like I did, but trust me you big giant of an idiot. I’m going to be back eventually and I’ll be tearing your face a new one on the next given moment to extract revenge.
He takes his wristband across his face, he stares at his arm. The tattoos wet from his sweat. He licks his arm and tastes the salty taste of his sweat.
I’ve learned a thing or two, the world is tougher and I love every damn second of it. And the other thing is that past records mean shit through the eyes of the present day… the present day of where hell burns you alive when you pass on an opportunity to severely tear off someone’s head off his shoulders.
Goth stares at a mirror, staring at his physique. His eyes are mesmerized with the upper body underneath his sleeveless shirt
So I now got a jackal as my opponent… one of the hottest rising stars facing a veteran that needs to find his way into this federation. Oh yes, being the new kid, being the guy that people are turning their heads for. Being the one that rises the ranks, as if everything that you are touching turns into gold. Turning it into success… it only seems that I lived that life just a few days ago… I tasted the wealth, I tasted the greed in my mouth. The greed for wanting more, the greed of needing it all and living the life of a GOD….
The life of Goth, the greatest of all time. The man that lives the life of a legend, a man that perhaps is living a history as his life. A history with lots of bloodshed and lots of tears and smiles. Lots of broken bones and lots of injuries, but hey like you… I never complained.. or have you Jackal??
I’m sure you have never doubted that what you did was an insane way to make money haven’t you Jackal? The fame, the glory, the cheers, the women… lots of women. Living the lifestyle of Sex, Drugs and Rock ‘n Roll… to the point that you made it.. and then? Then what?
I’ll tell you what…..
Goth grabs a dumbbell and holds it in his hand. He stares at it before throwing it into the mirror in front of him. Watching the glass burst into a million pieces, falling down on the ground.
Just when you think you have it all, it breaks away and you don’t have any control over it Jackal. It happens, you can’t stop it. You try to fight it, you try to convince yourself that everything will be fine eventually. Going to bed, wondering what has happened, why it happened to you after such a great run. Why you? Not someone else?
Only the greats can manage getting out of slump like that Jackal, that’s why I always survive in the end….
Goth stares at the broken pieces of glass from the mirror, his face can be seen in the pieces as he grins.
Six months I was held back, for six long months I did not have a shot at my world title until I took measures into my own hands. You see Jackal, I was a guy that nobody wanted to have around. I was a guy that nobody thought I could achieve anything. Oh yeah, I was a good mid card wrestler. But none of the big boys wanted to get in my way and why? Because I hurt people, I enjoyed inflicting pain on people. Hell I embarrassed more greats than porn geeks downloading sex on the net… but that’s all how I ended up on the trail back to greatness…..
You get what you deserve is something that always stuck with me. I got what I deserved, because I believed in the day that I would kill the lies. That I would make the people shake in their boots by hearing the one name. I know for a fact that you are not one of them and why would you? I’m just a guy that came back from retirement.. I’m just a guy who used to do things right?
Goth closes his eyes and closes his fists….
I’m not going to tell you about my past anymore, no need for that. I’m going to tell you what the future brings you… it brings pain, it brings suffereing. I intend to wrestle you, I intend to lock you into hold’s that you have never even heard off. And why/ not that because I hate you, not that because I need to show the world that you are a joke. No Jackal, I intend to show the world that I want it. I need it, I want to taste it once again. That one moment that I get my hand raised in victory, telling the others in the back that I just got warmed up. That I’m ready to perform, that I’m here to stay. That I’m the killing entity that I’ve always knew that I would
Trust me
A small chuckle excapes his mouth as he utters the words that was made famous by Jake The Snake Robberts.
Trust me,…, trust me…,
Would you trust a man that would sell his soul to get ahead? The only thing that you could trust is the fact that I intend to hurt you. I intend to make you pass out in the middle of the ring. The fact that I will lock you into the Gothic Dream, that I will feel you struggle between these arms and legs. That I will whisper into your ears to fight the man that you are facing. That you will be the first in a line of many, the many of consequences that will have to deal with the wrath of Goth.
I would not hold it against you if you would tell me that it’s a load of crap. I would have done the same thing if I would be a sane person…. The question that you need to ask is obvious, am I? am I sane? Am I a guy that stares you into the eyes as I say these things? A normal person would just laugh it off and flip off the bird. But then again, others would wonder what my intentions truly would be. But again, do I have other intentions? No, I want to make an example out of you, merely because it has to happen. It must happen, I would not be able to get out of bed knowing that I did not what I told the world I would do… and why?
Ask yourself why…
Ever had that moment in life when someone that you worshipped? That the very person stands in front of you, tells you that do not deserve the same breath that he is inhaling? Ever had that moment in your life that you had to stare into the eyes of death? Ever had that moment where you would wake up in a puddle of your own sweat and realize that your being killed? Mentally killed? Being unable to withstand any pressure? That’s what you are going to be experiencing when I step foot in the ring with you. I’m going to wrestle you, I’m going to breathe down your stinking neck and take away all the glorious experiences that you have gone through as of late…. Only to be realizing that you are living a lie, a nightmare that still has to turn into a wet dream. But realizing that it will never get that far….
I know you have never gone through such a life, to battle for everything that you believe in. I’m going to bring the world of Psychotic realisations upon you. I’m going to enter the gates of hell and who will be closing it behind your back? That’s’right. And it will be a damn shame if you are going to believe in your hype that you will survive. Go back to where you came from hype and come back when I retire on a permanent basis. Because the world is mine to claim. The world is mine to once again have my hands being washed with the blood of the innocence. The world is ready to enjoy my sinful life, the sins that I have in my mind to be brought upon the world and you? You should be thankful that I do to it to you first and not to Despayre, Gabriel and Kain…
Just know this Jackal… the world is ready for the Gothic One.. not for some part time bitch…,
With that Goth turns and the promo comes to an end.
