It sure ain’t October, but I just love to have a German Beerfest every time that I visit this great nation. And you know why? Because you got to know it, Germany has got it all. It has the beer, it has the automobile, it has the history, it has the culture that explodes from everywhere. And it has got one of the greatest bands in the history of this modern world. And what more does it have? It has got a Nation as neighbour that is the greatest of all time. And we all know that the Dutch National Anthem has a line that reads that we are of German blood. So what more would you want? Another beer, pouring itself down my throat would be a great start to start off against a kid that needs history lessons written down before his very watchful eyes. History is something that this nation has, so do I… history of intending to repeat myself over and over and over again. It’s a historical fact that not many other men know how to deal with history. History tends to repeat itself, whether it was Cesar, whether it was Napoleon or that limp dick German guy that found his end when he tried to target Mother Russia. Something that the world knows off what has happened afterwards

But am I here to piss off the Germans??

A chuckle can be heard from a figure sitting in a bar, drinking a large beer as he is listening to the famous German band Rammstein playing their greatest songs that they’ve ever made. The figure has his eyes set on them, he has got the glass put to his mouth as he is swallowing another swig of the bear before putting the glass down and motions to a girl to come over.

(shouting over the music) CAN I HELP YOU?

(shouting) GET ME ANOTHER BEER!!!!

The female nods her head and writes it down as she heads off and to get the man another beer. The figure turns his attention towards the camera and grins, we recognize the figure as Goth.

Goth: I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way, a great celebration party for a match that was only elementary. I mean look at the facts, two weeks in a row I beat the living shit out of a guy that never should have gotten out of the retirement home. Jared Black was and forever will be a waste of time, a waste of time for those who pay hard earned money to watch a wrestling show. Waste of time for those who has got to do their best to make a match entertaining for the fans to watch. But most of all, it is a waste of time, my fucking time. I could have stayed in bed last Monday, I could have gotten down on my woman and made her moan and scream another time. But no, I had to get in the ring with an idiot that apparently was already on his way back to the unemployment line back home.

Goth chuckles as he moves his head to Rammstein’s Ohne Dich. One of the softer numbers of the German band that made a name for themselves for being different. Just like Goth always has been, different.

I had to look back and dig deep inside my skull, trying to remember a night where I was thinking about the days where Black could put on a wrestling show. And to be honest? Besides the gang efforts that these idiots put on together to beat me. I never could remember anything else that would solidify his legacy as nothing more than a wanker. Yes I use a term for our British friend, because the fact that this kid feels the need to express himself HIS way. The guy has got his intense mindset on, he has plotted a nice story to follow up his first victory in this dump. I mean seriously, he has gained a victory and now he is like the next thing that should take away the world heavyweight championship belt from our champion. What a difference a day makes huh my friend?

Goth sees the lady return with his beer, he slaps her on the behind as she winks at the Dutch wrestling legend.

And yet, it isn’t enough for the guy. Nope, he immediately jumps on the biggest task at hand. The fact that he figured out an ancient Russian Roulette rule. You lose in triple threat matches without being the one that gets pinned or submitted. Oh Goodie, so I guess you finally left your diaper, ran into the closet of your grandparents and found Grannies soiled drawers of her playthings that she desperately tried to hide from her bastard grandson?

You see Chris Brown, you are just wet behind the ears and must have seen a few matches in your past to think that you are the next big thing. The fact of the matter is that you are merely a simplistic fool, you have gotten a few things right and a whole lot of things messed up little boy. Yes, I beat your ass at a triple threat, yes I did pin the lesser man. Yes I am being Dutch, yes I am the one that makes 19 year old girls from London, England scream and moan of pleasure as I rub their bodies up with merely these fingers. But you see little dumb fuck. There is a thing why I am called the greatest trash talker in the history of this industry.

Goth grabs the glass and pours the entire beer down his throat as he finishes it in one simple swig.

I do not talk trash to make girls soil their pants, you should try it for a change. Perhaps you will get lucky one day and realize that someone else’s hand on your limp dick will make you squirt like a fountain. I talk trash because I know I can back it up. Weren’t you the one that was so hyped up on the fact that I would focus solely on an old feud that you would take advantage over us? Weren’t you the one that said that I held you down? Dude, listening to what you have said you should be thankful that I never put you on the radar of being something worth listening to. I talk trash about my opponents, because let’s face it. Guys like you are trash, they were meant to be beaten down. Being slapped across the face every single chance that I got. And you know why? Because people like you are just another example of what could happen to this world if birth control never freaking existed.

Goth fakes a shock on his face as he puts his hand in front of his mouth and starts to whisper that he did not meant it.

You see it’s fun to break down the spirit of those who think they got the world ready before their very watchful eyes. Guys like you, that needs to shave his first pubes before his first ever date realizes that it wasn’t Oil of Olaz that made your skin so baby soft. But the mere fact that jacking off does do something else besides making you go blind by every opportunity you got. Body fluids should be used carefully Charlie Brown, who knows you may miss out on the opportunity to give birth to Next Prime Minister of one fucked up island next to the North Sea.

But let’s go back to memory lane Brown, you see you tell the world that I did not beat you. You told the world that I went after Jared Black. You told the world that I never could beat you, you told the world that You were crying like crazy every time that you saw the Gallagher brothers sit on opposite sides of the table and share a soda. And yet you are too stupid to realize to understand a few simple details little bitch. One: It’s about who can outsmart the two other wrestlers to gain a victory and two: I could give a damn what the zits on your left ass cheek thinks over the fact that you could not beat me in a triple threat match.

Goth bursts into laughter as he listens to Rammstein perform Du Hasst to the people that came to listen to them.

Du…. Du Hasst, Du hasst mich gefracht und Ich had Nichst gesagt!!!

Some German lyrics that you can forget all you want Bobby Brown. Because when it all comes down to details, you are one step ahead of every elderly person that has lost his memory at whatever age. You are just going to be sitting in your arm chair, wanking off over a picture of page six girl that was hot 30 years ago. But that’s just it Mr. Brownstone, when it all comes down to it, I’m all jibberish to the brain that cannot see the difference between a Martini, shaken but not stirred. And the next glass of water that has been thrown in your face for not paying attention to whatever it is that I’m saying. I dumped your ass out of the ring, I threw you out of the ring at a triple threat match AFTER you did a number on Jared Black. Apparently I threw you out with such a force that the great and young and talented Minnie Brown could not get back in the ring to stop me from pinning the lesser of two jokes that were in the ring with me. But that will all change now would it Cory Brown?

Goth shakes his head as he is enjoying his taunting against his young opponent in the tournament for the world title.

Now I know that making fun of you is just like I said it is, fun in the beginning. But in the long run it will just get tired. It will just be like having to watch another Jared Black match. He gets in your face and spews out every possible bodily fluid known to mankind. He gets excited, it causes his heart to pump and who knows… he might last longer than the usual three minutes before he turns limp dick. And in the end, when you think he has a shot to lift up his big guns, he trips and falls face first into the dirt and has to swallow another maggot.

But you? You proclaim to be different. You proclaim to be the very best that your country has to offer. You refer to that faithful day where England and Germany played football and history happened. Funny how I remember a nation that walked into the lion’s den, walked up against a seemingly better nation and beat them in a fashion that the world still remembers. No goal that people talk off today whether it was over the line or not. No tainted victory that haunted their lives until the moment where Germany made you pay for the moment. No, we beat their asses and went on to win the European cup. Something that people like you never could understand why England got kicked out of the group stages by The Dutch in Germany. History tells a lot don’t you brash idiot.

History tells me the fact that I beat your ass, history tells me that I was laughing at your stinking face when you were taking a crap on the outside. Not knowing what hit you when I pinned Black. History tells me that every time that I step foot inside the ring with guys that I already beat once, that I will beat them again. And you know why? Because I’m the very best in repeating history over and over and over again. You just made it very simple for me to laugh at.

Goth stops his laughter as his eyes are fixated on the camera. Staring it down as if he is burning a hole through it’s soul.

Du, Du Hasst, Du Hasst Mich…..

Hate is a powerful word whether it is in English, German or even Dutch. It symbolises that what you can’t stand don’t you agree Johnnie? Oh yes I know your real name my friend. Do you hate me? Do you hate that what I stand for? Or is it merely the fact that every word that you dished out was merely words of stupidity? Words about the triple threat that symbolises the act of cowards. Always blaming losses on the fact that they never lost. That’s ok Johnnie, you never lost and the German twosome of terror Milli Vanilli never actually sang a damn word of the songs that made them wealthy cowards. Wealthy men for lying to their fans, but just like you. Every joke that tries to trick the reality, you will get busted. To them it was in front of a massive crowd when the record player got stuck repeating the same sentence over and over again. But with you? You will be caught, exposed and destroyed in front of a watching audience in Germany. And more importantly the millions watching around the world. The kids from your home country that are dying to find a new hero. Hero’s like Gary Linneker that used to score a lot of goals. But never could bring home the big one, hero’s like Gallagher brothers that make a habit fighting each other just as often as the guys as Blur. Hero’s like Ryan Giggs that finally decides to play for Wales instead of your pathetic country. Making your nation a nation where apparently it’s very difficult to build wingers of his quality to succeed in winning the big one. Hero’s like Chris Eubank that finally after a successful boxing career decides to don it for a modelling career.

Do I need to go on Johnnie?

It’s very simple, you come out like the man that has got nothing to prove. Telling that you never got pinned, never got submitted. That it was a fluke and that I never beat you. You ever hear yourself rambling on my friend? Ever crossed the concept of a triple threat match that you need to grow eyes in the back of your heads? That you need to get oxygen inside your head, to make the brains function to be smarter than the other men? Ever grasped the concept that you got outsmarted? Ever grasped the concept that when I am talking, people stop and start to listen? Trying to take notes and hope that in their future that their lives would be a step closer to perfection? Ever gotten to the point where you thought to yourself that perhaps you could be Irish?

Goth chuckles as he shakes his head in disbelief one final time.

I know how hard that must be to hear a joke like that Brown, but let’s be honest for a change. To beat me you got to do more than be a pretender to my throne. To try and act like you are one hell of a trash talker, to try and pretend that you got all the answers. And yet you are unable to find anything to counter my wits. I’m the guy that can forge scientific wrestling with the best of them, I am the guy that can leap in the air and hit you with dropkicks as if you are facing a Luchador from TJ, Mexico. I’m the guy that loves to drive faces on a steel ring step with a big time DDT. Just for the fun of it, just because I like it. I never hear you utter words to make me think that you got it all worked out to counter everything that I am. You see the truth needs to be told my friend, I like to be the guy that gets told every single time that I cannot do something. That I will not achieve something and you know why? Because then I can look people like you in the eyes and tell them that I want more. That I need to have people like you even more to just get me going.

At least Jared was smart enough to keep his mouth shut, at least he knew that getting in a trash talk fight with me would solve nothing. That it would get him into even more problems than that he already was in before he stepped foot in the ring with me two weeks in a row. So you won your first match, good for you. I guess we do not need to watch reruns of the forty year old virgin before you would ever get your first taste of whatever it is that will get you hooked. You got that first taste, the problem for you my friend is the next one. I know you want it, but what are you going to do about it to get it again? Beat me? You think you got what it takes? Beating me at the top of my game? Beating a man that outsmarted you in a triple threat match? A man that now can focus on how to drown the British Invasion. A man that will be remembered like the Titanic. A man that could have been, the what if he never got crushed by the iceberg of a Goth and took him down to the bottom of the see grave that is SCW. No Johnnie, you are going to be expecting the biggest and most destructive force in the history that is known to wrestling kind. I just hope that customs will take another disappointment back into their customs after I’m done with you. Because when I finish off another great hype, there will be nothing left of you…. So long sucker.

With that Goth turns his head and walks off as Rammstein continues playing their set.

 I tasted victory once again, it may have taken a while. But then again, it was worth the wait. I knew that eventually it would come and it came. It came in the form of sweet irony of how it would go down… I told the world it would happen and guess what? It did…. And now? Now it’s time to go home….., home where I will show the world what a true native of my country can do inside that ring… may mercy be upon your souls….

The opening shot emerges from a cold and abandoned hallway, somewhere unknown. Somewhere dark and secluded. A figure can be seen sitting on the floor, looking up to a window filled with dark figures. The figure has got sunglasses on his face, staring at the window as his face shows nothing more than a sadistic smile.

I knew you would come, they always do… just like they did in the past, I guess the present is just like always… a returning factor…,

The figure wipes his arm across his nose, looking at it as to see what has come across his aarm.

Oh my sweet native country of the Netherlands. The home of where everything is possible, equal rights is high in our ideals. The country where you can smoke pot and go to some hookers in a red light district is legal. The nation of the wooden shoes, the windmills, the tulips and all the other things that make us stand out in the world. And the nation of where one Goth has come from, without a shadow of a doubt the greatest wrestler that has ever been born.

Sure sounds great to promote this great country of historical significance. Those of pride and those what would bring the red of shame on the jaws of those who had come from the long line of sinners in this nation. And yet, aren’t we all proud of that what we have come from? Proud of great talented people, great music. Great stimulated influences, great historical facts, great inventions. Even the fact that US Dutch people are open minded for believes and sexual preferences. But most of all, aren’t we poud for the fact that there is no other nation like us? No other man like me? No other historical figure that has seen it all and that has done it all? Tell me what more could you have asked for? For another moment of greatness in his own home town? Against two men? Against one familiar name and the other? Well he will learn eventually…,

A sinister grin can be seen emerging from his face, pushing his head back to the wall and stare into the void. A soft whisper, a name can be heard escaping his mouth as he continues to talk.

Jared, dear Jared Black. The Black army of Pryde wrestling. You, and that Brazilian idiot that thought he could remain undefeated in his quest for greatness. What a joke that was, I came… I saw… and I destroyed his hopes and dreams. Hell I made him look for the imposter that he really was. A wannabe thug from the bad streets of Rio De Jenairo.. where in real life he was just a rich bitch that just did not know how to spend his life. You remember him don’t you? Wasn’t it you that attacked him? Having no need for him anymore? Oh great times wasn’t it? I mean surely you haven’t forgotten about me have you? Wasn’t it me that took your championship belt away from you?

Remember the thoughts that crossed your mind when you stood in awe against me. Seriously Jared, I thought more of you. But then again, who didn’t? A federation head that was sucking up to the boys in the back. A guy that needed an army of empty heads that would do whatever he wanted. And then you of course, you let yourself down the most.. wouldn’t you agree? Tell me Jared… where did it all go wrong my friend?

Goth closes his eyes and shakes his head. He puts his head in his hands and laughs through the hands.

Oh where did it all go wrong? I mean, you wanted to be the very best, just like me huh? And yet, who was the one who retired the federation as the Pryde champion? I know what you must be thinking, it was dead before you even joined it. Nobody even noticed it… just for you to sit back and weep like a little bitch. Knowing that your life wasn’t fulfilled. You know this to be true wouldn’t you agree Jared? I mean seriously, you never had a chance to succeed in life as long as I was around….

The laughter grows as Goth takes his hands from his face and stares into the camera for the very first time.

It was you that I enjoyed beating up the most and you know why? Because you as well as all the others were so damn predictable. The only difference was between you and the rest of the Black Care Bear army. Was the fact that you never gave up, always believed in the same stupid lies and never could do anything to harm me. Oh sure, I remember that one fight where you had everything going your way. In other words, having others do your evil bidding.w hile you ran away like the coward that you are. Must be harsh to realize that I’m still around huh Jared? I know what you must have been thinking, a young man in his prime. Having one man that he never could beat on his won… standing in his way? That after all those years that I would have been long gone huh? Well I guess a surprise is here to be noticed.

Goth stares deep into the camera, his eyes are piercing a hole through the soul of the camera man and the one man that he was aiming for.

Tell me Jared, how long did you had to wait to finally decide upon your grand return? It must have been hard on you to walk up to the unemployment line and have a kid ask you things. Asking you like when you finally would be able to wear those tight pants. Or the fact that you were reminded over and over again on the biggest match that you were in. and that you lost Jared… lost to a better man.

Losing to a man that has held every single title in Pryde history, perhaps the greatest achievement in such a short time. That it had to close it’s doors, I mean you know the saying don’t you? Stop at the prime of your career and Pryde was way past it’s prime. It was nothing more than an open house, holding itself together on the foundation of one man. One man Jared and that man is named Goth. The greatest of all time. Something that has bugged you since day one that we locked eyes and held you humbled by my presence. I know you won’t admit these things and that’s alright. One day you will come to the realisation that everyone comes to its’s point in life that second place is just fine. Admit it Jared, you will make the same mistakes and then I will hook you in these arms. And squeeze the life out of you, squeezing the breath out of you and then whisper. Whispering the words of do you remember? Remember these emotions? Or words of fight the urge to surrender, it would make it so much more fun for me to see you struggle. Struggling while I squeeze you into the Gothic Dream that is destined for you.

I know it will come eventually….

And then? Then there’s the other. The guy that knows me and brings the brash attitude to the point where he is being questioned by an Idiot. I mean seriously, like I care if I remember you or not. Like I care if I treated you like dogshit on a good Sunday morning when the birds were whistling their tunes and shitted down the stupid head that is you. Seriously, have you ever listened to one thing that the idiot mentioned? The man that comes from this nation and then him asking if you as European have the home field advantage? Classic mistakes like that makes me only laugh at stupidity that gets shoved down my throat every single day that I am alive. But that’s ok, I guess having the blood pumping, having my entire biography resided to one sentence that I’m dark and not to be trusted makes me want to just smile of joy….

Joy of a man that is wishing for his ass to be kicked, for having his troubles being showcased towards me as you are clearly one man that has problems. Problems on focussing on that what is truly important oh Johnny. The fact that I’m focused on the job that needs to be done my friend. It’s simple, I must beat you. I must take you and Jared down and look down upon your sorry excuses for asses and just smile. Smiling because the era of the Goth has just re emerged from the historical artifacts that is wrestling history.

Goth chuckles as he takes a deep breath.

In front of my own people, I will put down a wrestling clinic. In front of my own people, even though I’ve always been the hated one. in front of my people, as if that’s a distraction for me.. In front of the millions watching at home, hoping that I would pull it off once more. You see Johnny, where you seem to forget is the mere fact that I don’t care if I know you or not. The fact that I enter that ring and stare you in the eyes, that moment I know that I already beaten you. You know what that is Johnny? It’s called experience, it’s called knowledge of life. It’s called the fact that no matter what people want to bring to the dance. I will cherish it, I will enjoy it to the point that I like to have my body gets suffered for your efforts. And then? Then I like to return the favour.

You see Johnny, besides me being dark and not to be trusted. I’m also a man that wants to inflict pain. I’m a man that takes it and dishes out. I’m like the Reaper my friend. I know when it’s time to take you away from misery. Ask Jared, he has been there. I guess he has missed being the one that was turned into my slave of pleasure inside that ring. Inside that ring, I want to find out that what makes you tick. Inside that squared circle, I want to find out what your weaknesses are and how to exploit them. Inside that ring, I want to look you in the eyes and make you realize that I’m beyond just the words that you spoke off. You see, you tell me that you claim to know me. I treated you bad? I treated you like shit?

Ever wondered if you are perhaps not meant to be shit? Ever wondered why you are now here? Coming for revenge? Coming for the retribution that apparently I already have put upon you? You see Johnny, that’s what I do. I make your life a living hell. Whether it is inside the ring, or firing your ass in my own company. It’s what I do best, ask Jared. Ask everyone that has ever dared to cross my path and wanted to be better than me. In the long run, they all failed and I could just sit back and watch the show.

Goth puts his hand across his face and rubs his chin for a few moments before grinning

I wonder what your motives were to rejoin boys? Was it that you could not take it anymore? Living in the shadows of society? Wanting that spotlight again? Wanting to be a part of something that you thought was yours to be taken? Or was it merely the fact that you had a dream? A dream that you would stand over the fallen body of Goth? The man that has made your life a living hell? Apparently one of them says so and the other hushes in silence. No matter what the outcome will be boys, I own  your lives and after this coming show…. I will once again reap what you could not sow….

Until then boys… good night…..,

 I know now what I did in this World was wrong, I know now that what I did to you was not enough. I know I was wrong and yet it felt so right. I just did not end it when I had to, do I have to live with this sinful deed for the rest of my life? Or should I look you in the eyes once again and tell you that I was right all along… tell me if this world was ready for the beating that I was destined to give you, tell me was it ME that had to stand right in front of you and look you deep into your eyes and tell you this… that you are mine to be taken.. that you were mine to have the sin removed from your heart and crawled in front of my feet as your own fucked up blood?

I know now what I have to do, I have to stare you in the eyes once again, I must die one more time to get what I want. You have won the fight, but sure as hell did not win the war… the war that I was destined to win, the war that I was born for to create. TO BE THAT SNAKE THAT CHOKES YOU AROUND YOUR STINKING THROAT!!! God I wished I could strangle you as you were in my thoughts the innocent Eve… strangling your throat while you desperately try to resist the apple of my truit…. I forgive you for not wanting this sinful deed… for right now…..

There’s a silence, a silence that is amongst us. A silence that tells you that there’s more in this life than what this world would want you to know. There’s more on earth than the serpent that slithers through the high grass, in search of it’s prey. It’s the moments like these that makes you want to think out loud, makes you wonder… was it all meant to be? Was it all meant to shine at that given moment? The moment where you have your hands wrapped around the futile idiot’s throat and just choke the life out of him….

Have you ever had that moment where you felt pity?

Oh no, I did not feel pity….. I felt pride… I felt the need to undo that what I was doing for a further moment…. And yet, I softened up for a mere second… a second in a lifetime, what could that mean you ask? A long living death upon your soul??? The urge of redemption floating before your eyes, begging for me to end it right here and right then.. and yet? I did not… why?

Have you not wondered of the why? Why I left you to live before my own grace? The grace of the death that is yours to take? Do not think so much my pitiful soul.. it would only bear the cross that you have to live with even more… I am sickened to the bone to let a sinner die… just because he wants to… you die at my own wishes, my own urges and my own sins…. Prepare to die my dear friend… prepare….

To vanish….

The moment comes when the sun opens up in the presence of a man. A man that has not slept all night long, perhaps he hasn’t slept for days, who knows maybe in a week. Silently he stares at the rising of the sun, the vanishing of the darkness behind him. The sunrays come over him. His eyes do not blink, his mouth does not smile.

Does this look familiar?

The figure speaks, to whom? To himself? The sun that is raising? Or perhaps an imaginary friend?

Goth, you have been here for days, you got to…..,

Let it go? Was that the words that you were seeking for?

Silence tells the figure that he was at the right end.

I did not ask such a thing my pretty, I just merely asked you if this reminded you of something?

Like what Goth?

Clearly your eyes have been blinding you with light, enabling you to look further than just merely the sun. Something that we all have witnessed a million times, maybe a million and one… who knows, do we keep count?

His eyes are dead locked on the sun, no distraction on his part. As if he is waiting for something to happen. A miracle?

Tell me Sapphira…..,

I DON”T KNOW GOTH!! How many times…

Do I have to tell you that you don’t know? Why don’t you try again? Why don’t you speak of me in the past tense? Just like all of you have desired to do since the day that I vanished from this world…..,

Your not the past Goth, a mere…..,

Loss would not take anything away from that my pretty? It almost makes me wander whether I was talking to my queen of darkness… or merely Foxxy Dreams that opened her legs and let someone vanish in the flesh of pleasure….

As if you never enjoyed it Goth

A chuckle escapes his mouth, a blink of the eye tells us that his concentration vanished for a mere moment. Nothing more as he is deadlocked on the sun.

Does this remind you of something? I should ask this to all the people that once was a mere shadow of my past before delivering the big boom on someone. I know that Despayre is licking his wounds, in the hope that I would never find his  baby girl of a fluffed toy. Never hoping that I would enrage once again, hoping that his defeat would soothe my desires to never come back…. How wrong to think that the apple would be eaten after merely one little nibble… wouldn’t you agree?

You do know how to play your role so well my love.

My role? Is it truly that what you seek in me? Is it the need to see a flashlight shining upon my head once again? To have my name on billboards that gets you excited my dear? Or is it the mere fact that you know that there’s a hunger inside of me that needs to be fulfilled?

She stares at him with a sickening grin, knowing full well that her man is right.

Trust the thought of the mortal man to be an easy one to say the least. Trust the thought of a mortal man to be weak of thoughts and flesh, trust is the key to the lies that breaks down those who claim to be powerful Granted the voice of I told you so will echo through the brains of those who were watching the last time I entered the ring and got beat. Beat?? BEAT?? Oh yes, I got beat, but I showed the world that they are not done with the Gothic One. have I played out my cards the right way? Of course I didn’t. I should have drank the wine that is my blood and I should have eaten the bread that is my flesh…. I should have hung myself once again upon the cross and be aware of the knowledge that they did not know what they have done….,

Are you rephrasing the Bible once again Goth? I thought…,

You thought I was done with the charade? Did you assume the reality that I would not grasp back at that what I once was? You see my pretty, I may have evolved to something new, something different… but I know what made me, I remember that what is still a part of me. I do know the mathematics of that what is the essence of my soul is still brewing inside of me…. Even though I do not feel the need to ask HIM for their forgiveness on a regular basis. And you know why?

Because I have shed the innocence that once played me in the card against those who opposed me. Those who claimed I wasn’t a king, I was merely a man that used a symbol of faith to my advantage… oh how foolish to think that I use the outer shed of skin of something like that? like that would grant me victories? Like that would grant me success.. it was the reality that stuck inside my stinking head. The reality that I was already under their skin from the moment that they saw MY NAME on the board against them

And now??

Now I just want to take what I feel is mine….,

And what do you want to take my dear….,

What I want? I wish it was that easy, but let me give you an idea that what I want my pretty. I want people to get a chance to do something that nobody has ever done before…

What is that?

Don’t be greedy my dear… you see there are names out there that want to take me out. There are names that want to avenge things beyond their wildest dreams. There are those who want to make a name for themselves. And guess what? I’m going to make their lives complete. I’m going to grant them the chance of a lifetime to face a GOD!! Oh yes sure, I lost to Despayre, but is that what they want to remember me off? To be the man that was been beaten by someone else while you sat on the sideline? Wishing it was you? Wishing that you had that torch handed to you? Wishing that you had the world talking about you? Or just realizing that if it was you, that you were crushed by me?

Because let’s face it, the man that I have challenged has got nothing compared to the man that luckily beat me. Let’s face it. The man that I challenged is a man that took things from me, thought that bringing the gimmick that I used to stardom would bring you the same? Come on little Kain… you are just another name that I used to play with. You see Kain, I heard what you had to say. I heard you say that I wanted you to be nothing more than my bitch? Gee Kain, let’s just look back… you did everything I wanted you to do, you destroyed those who I wanted you to destroy. You became the man that was scheduled to take away the championship belt from the one man that I wanted to be removed from it all. And what did you do? Absolutely everything that I told you to do. Is that a man that could be identified as one man that was on his own? Seriously Kain, you were a mere wannabe replica of that what I used to be… does that mean that I like you? Or is that sounding like something that will be remembered as a Weird Al Yankovic wannabe.

I’ve heard you ramble, I’ve heard you scream and moan. I’ve heard about your wishes of revenge, vowing that you would get your stinking hands on me. I Hear you utter the words that you are the King of Kings, the Lone wolf… how many more relatives are you going to be using to build up your own career Kain? You see you say I changed in desperation? How desperate can one man be by imitating that of what his predecessor used in his career before you even dared to open your mouth as a wrestler? I walked into a kingdom of sand, I walked around in the deadly pits of hell and insanity just for mere sanity… while you? YOU just open up your mouth and say that everyone should bow down to the KING???

You even use the music that I’ve used for years… it’s bringing great memories to my head as I hear Lemmy utter the mere words of on your knees dog… to me that tells me that it is on… to me these mere words wish me to bring back the desire to fulfil the need to break down the one man that wanted to sit on my thrown. The one man that proclaimed HIMSELF TO BE ME!!! Don’t you know that you are nothing more than a follower from the Father from above?

Tell me Kain, what did you deserve to become the new King of Kings? Did I put down my thrown and begged you to step in my place? You say I changed in desperation? You see you are only right on one part of it all. I became an owner, I put down the wrestling boots and let others desperately try to imitate the same things that I’ve done. Have you? Have you done anything that would tell me that you are my replacement in wrestling history? Have you wrestled in Psycho Circus and won it? To be the man that was least expected to reclaim his price after six long months of being held back? To be the one that has had to carry the entire hopes and dreams of a federation and did it with a smile?

You see Kain, you are a man that is only with rage, a man that proclaims the right to judge those before he will be judged himself. What are you more than the Rabbi’s that threw down Jesus on the cross, as he was more dangerous than Bar Abbas? That he was more suitable to be hanged between two murderers than a murderer himself?

Have you ever become the most hated man in history? The most loved? The most respected? Only in your mind as a wannabe bitch. Yes you are nothing more and the fact that Mark Ward did the same like I did… only tells me that you are still that one dimensional character that likes to add a dead skin of killed humans like Leatherface did. Hoping that it would create a character upon you, as people look right through you.

Goth chuckles as he looks at his hands as he closes them into fists.

You are the most complete fighter, that you are the greatest? I can taste the sins running over your body. There’s nothing I can do to stop you from doing the ultimate sin upon me? Tell me Kain…. What would you do if you see me staring into your eyes? Staring into the dark eyees that are so confident and that you see death? You see the maker of sins in front of you? That you see the one man that you never faced, the one man that created a new era of the GWA that now is dead? The ERA of the GOTH. The era where I dominated and humiliated the entire industry and you know something? I did it with class, I did it with pleasure in my heart and soul. You talk you are a fighter? I’m more than that… I’m the man that sees things that you will never understand. I saw you wanted attention, I saw that you had talent… and yet you had no patience that I have… you have no class, you have no qualities that would propel you into the next dimension that our great sports is heading into.

Tell me, what have you succeeded to do in the time that separated our paths? Have you found love? Have you won the lottery that made you wealthier than Oprah? Have you learned to spell the ABC backwards? No, I tell you what you did..,. You sat back in  your stinking car, driving back to whatever stink hole you came from and moped as you kicked the bucket of your stinking goat that tried to eat from it. You sat into your rocket chair and cried me a freaking river while screaming out my name. Vowing the revenge that I’m giving you… Hell son, you came into my face in my wrestling debut in SCW and what did that give you? NOTHING!! I ignored you. Like I did in the past in the AWA when you tried to cut a promo, I’m sorry that I didn’t listen. I was banging my misses, in the hope that I wouldn’t hear you stutter.

You say I should have let you do what YOU wanted? Tell me what that would have been? Oh I know, you wanted to win the titles. Run around like a bitch and betray me. Stab me in the back, taking away the power that I have… you see Kain, I know everything. I hear everything and to tell me that the AWA is nothing without you? Tell me Kain, is that true? I’m heading into the fifth year of the AWA. I have never had more talent that I have right now. HELL I even screwed out the Sins just for the fun of it. I’ve screwed everyone that thought that they deserved the same things that you are accusing me of not giving you. And you know why Kain?

Is this going to last long Goth?

Goth chuckles hearing the words from his woman.

Oh no, I will be with you shortly my dear. I’m just going to grant Kain a little secret. The world of the ASYLUM WRESTLING ALLIANCE is mine to do whatever I want. And you can claim all you want, but at least I make the world talk about me. Something that you have never experienced. You were yesterdays news my friend. I have the stock market to look after, I have to make sure that the ratings are up sky high. I have to make sure that the money keeps rolling in and with you? I only saw the world coming to an end if I didn’t do what I had to do. And now? Now I can just sit back and watch you foam from the mouth, because everything I’m saying make sense!!!!

I took everything away from you and had no remorse… think before you sign a contract idiot. I’m a boss, do you see any other federation head of the company show remorse when you have a stomach ache? When your back hurts? When you broke a finger? Son blood only fuels me, I’ve been burned. I’ve been blasted more into the head than you have ever dared to look at a porn mag. I’ve made people turn their heads more times than the Exorcist could spew out her vomit and say to the pries to fuck her. Yes I’m using examples that your pathetic mind would never could come up with and you know why? Because you are pathetic.

You are nothing more than a big giant, that has a fucked up Mr. T hair cut. You got tattoos ’that could be resembled to the My Little Pony dynasty. Your high pitch voice reminds me of Pee Wee Herman and your tights have cut off the oxygen to your ballsack that woul make me wander if Lady Gaga took them away from you in your sleep!!

I’ve ended giants Kain, I’ve crushed vampire bitches and HELL I wrestled two championship matches in one single night and pinned both challengers to retain them!!! I’ve headlined six main events on PPV basis in a row!!! I’ve defended or fought for 11 championships in 12 PPV’s in one year. I became the last man to ever been inducted in the legendary GWA and I’m still kicking ass. I’ve been compared to the greats and you know something? When I tell the world that I’m the greatest in the world, people believe me. When I say these things the world believes me for a simple reason… because I back these words every single time I step foot in the ring. And just because I lose every now and then, doesn’t mean that I’m still the original while you are just a joke. Oh sure, I may have taken the King of Kings title from another name. But at least I made it mine, I made it to a point where I was original… every time I ended a promo, I said that it was good to be the King… the King of Kings…

You see Kain, ask around and people would put me on the top of the list. People would remember how I destroyed legends. Where I took away dreams as quickly as I can take girls virginity… you have got much to learn before you open your mouth and try to announce yourself to the gate of greatness and fortune. Because as long as I got the key, you will forever be my little bitch… and to quote you for a change Kain… there’s nothing that you can do about it… so why don’t YOU BOW DOWN TO THE KING… BITCH!!!!

Goth turns as he walks over to his woman, but turns around and grins…,

It’s good to be the King… the King of Kings….,

 A smoke emerges from a dark secluded room, a small bar with a group of men playing poker. One of them is resting against the back of his chair, staring at the only lightbulb that is shining above their heads and talking out loud as others are listening and looking at their cards, deciding whether they want to fold or call him.

I’ve tried not to sin for so many years, I’ve tried to fight these urges that are deep down inside of me. Just like the good son my mother tried to raise. How she would have hoped that I would have turned out to be that sweet young boy that would make a difference in this world. Not in the way that I’ve done tho. It’s been like this since ages, it slowly creeps on you doesn’t it?

I sigh, I know this is the way for me for ages. For how long will this burden be on my shoulders? For how long will I have to be forced to live through every deadly sin that I’ve put myself and others through? Even some names that are alive and able to tell about it tell lies, telling soulful stories in the hopes of clenching their souls with lies. Telling the world that the TRUTH has set them free, only to find out that their lies has blackened their lives… and me? I’m the guy who put them in their miseries every single damn time. Oh isn’t this just a great sensation???

I tell you, the world is not ready to understand me. And I made it so perfectly clear, I’m here to wage war. I’m here to break my vows every single time that I look into your eyes. And you just still don’t get it? Oh Lord from above, how must you be shaking your head, wishing these two mortal men that you created would not have eaten from that damned apple. I mean seriously, playing mortal souls is something I do on a daily basis. People are too occupied with greed, greed for money. Their lust for sex, their urge for power. Their desire to destroy others so they could benefit. To kill the dreams and hopes of those who once loved them… and it all started with that damn apple. And it always comes back to it… don’t you think that’s just amusing?

Another amusing thought creeps over me every single time I take a breath. Every time I open my eyes, I see a light. I see something pure and I just want to devour it… to drag it through the pits of hell, to watch the anguish and disbelief in their eyes. Nothing would set them free, nothing in their fucked up minds would make them understand what I do to them. Hell even you all don’t see that I already put you through every damn sin

Even those who claim to be one…. How sinful to think that it only amuse me even more. I remember how Cain turned on his brother Abel. Killing him, lying about everything else. Hell to watch a murderer beg for mercy at a cross.. to a human being that is called a KING? Foolish thoughts to think his life of sinful ways would be erased by merely saying forgive me… pathetic isn’t it?

People always look for someone to look up to, a hero. A man that is above those who hate, above those who kill, above those who betray their partners. Above those who have no idea of what morals are and what their purpose in life is… people wanting to cheer for athletes that seem to be so pure, that can’t do anything wrong…and yet they sleep with every whore they meet. Or to cheer for those who play bad, who play evil. Who …. Ahh who gives the fuck.

Are you going to continue this bullshit Goth? Or are you going to drink some beer and get this over with?

The figure stares at the person who called him out of his talk.

I raise you with 500

Damn he’s bluffing!!!

Are you willing to take the risk? This guy is an idiot!!

I smile, I know that in their minds they are battling the question am I sinning with calling bluff? Or am I sinning with the fact that I want more money and have all the power?

I hold the sluts in my hand my friend, I Goth hold all the power in his hand as the weak flesh of your doubts is making you lose your mind.

What the f….

Mind your language son.

This isn’t the church you know!!!!

I chuckle, oh the church. Are you going to listen to the prayer of a man? One man that preaches about HIM?? A man that knows deep inside his gutless heart that Roman Emperor August changed the bible for their own good. Oh the Holey Bible… I know I shouldn’t say anything… I….,

Ok I am calling you bluff!!!

I chuckle, I know by the sweat on top of his forehead that he is questioning his stupidity. His life savings, his mortgage, his daughters education money. All on table to win a hand. His desperation is reminding me of someone….,

Three Queens, what do you got punk?

Soft curses can be heard being taken away in the darkness. As if it is sucking the air out of their lungs and just like Alien said… in space, nobody can hear you scream.

I thank you for your questioning tactics gentlemen. But to show that I’m not a bad man after all, here is some money. Why don’t you drown your sorrow just like every other bum out there.

The figure hands out a couple of thousands to everyone as they take it and leave. He grabs a Whsiskey and pours himself some.

This is some good stuff!! The brew that is the Devils doing they say. I never remembered peeing in a bottle and having it taste this great.

A chuckle comes over the figure as he notices the camera and takes another swig off of it.

Come on now, where’s the humour in it all? Or are you all upset of what I did last time you saw me on television? I mean seriously, he asked for it. HE WAS ASKING FOR IT FOR WEEKS!! He made the demand of a tag team match. Knowing full well that I do not trust anyone, not even my brother Fang to tag with me in a match. I  came here to destroy them both and hell, I just send out a few warnings to Pee Wee and Sherman big time!!!

His eyes says it all, confidence, arrogance and complete calmness. The words flow from his mouth as if it is nothing.

So yeah I did a match and I didn’t win. Does it matter? I told the go lucky son of a bitch that I could care less what happened in that match. He got his wakeup call. He got what he deserved and he served as nothing more than a warning. A warning that Kain will get too, but he is a tale that only needs to be served as an extra besides the Sins. I mean, I’m sorry. Did I hurt fluffy ? fluffy the stuffed poodle that got turned into a teddy bear?

A cigar gets raised to his mouth as he was holding it in his other hand. Inhaling the smoke and blows it out through his nose.

Is this going to be it? The moment of butterflies for one desperate seeking Susan? Facing the guy that ran him out of his own federation? The guy that he wants to beat me and yet was too chicken shit to actually do something? Tell me Despy, did you finally grow some fluffed up balls and stop hiding behind Gabriel’s back? I mean wow, HE was the one that called me out. HE was the one that was done washing the dishes and cleaned your room, while you were playing….

Goth chuckles as he stops mid sentence and inhales the cigar once again and blows out some smoke in the air, watching it vanish slowly in the darkness.

Oh I’m sorry, I wasn’t done talking right? While you were playing checkers? Seriously Despy, I wanted to kick your ass the most. All to the moment of staring you in the eyes and see if you were different, different from all those who I created… created to be at the top of their confidence and then squash them down like a bug. Just like I did to Corrayo, like I did to Metamania, like I did to my brother more than once… and then there was you.. my favourite. My almost seemingly wanted to call you my PET.

My very own pet… catchy sound wouldn’t you agree?

Goth closes his eyes, he runs his hand with the cigar against his cheek. He feels some sweat from the warmth of the bar. He wipes it off and lets his tongue run over the wetness of his hand. Tasting the salty taste of his sweat.

I would make you my little dog. I would pet you, I would take you out and do your thing in the bushes. Hell I would even make you go and get my newspaper. But before I teach you some useful tricks, I must break you down. I must show you who is master, I must show you who is in control and who is the little bitch. And what better way than to do it right in front of your friends, the fans, the audience that believes in the goodness of the Deadly Sins. Oh please…. I just shitted myself last night thinking of that catchphrase.

But I know, I shouldn’t parade too much with funny stuff. We got that little Shit face of yours to do that don’t we? Oh little Despy, how many nights have you woken up? How many nights must you have been questioning yourself for when this day to come? For this to finally happen? To stand in the ring against yours truly? I just took this moment and come over and just take you out.

I’m not here to make pleasant reminding moments. I’m not here to drink cup of tea.. I’m here to break you until you lift your stinking mutt head every time I whistle. To have you go nuts and wiggle your tail every time I raise my hand and pat your head. I want to tame the one half of the deadly sins. You see Despy, you are just another example of how people want to be the way only I can be. You are an example of having evil to be accepted… to have fun of evil. To have the Sins to be accepted in a way that people would embrace it…

I guess stupidity has ran it’s cause with you wouldn’t you agree?

I’ve embraced the sins… I’ve embraced the sins that I have perpetrated upon the world… I’ve embraced every soul that I have brought to their knees. And you? You are just a mere toy of my desire to show the world that I’m the true sin of this world. I’m hate, I’m lust, I’m desire, I’m greed. I’m everything that makes you say that you are… and you know something Despayre… I am amused to hear your words… until I am forced to take old yeller to the shed and shoot his brains out.

Enjoy the moment my friend, while it lasts…

A final blow of his cigar can be seen as the shot slowly fades to darkness.

 *Somewhere in time*

Hello, this is 911. How can I help you?

Hello, I got a question

What’s that sir?

Do you help preventing people from hurting others?

What do you mean sir?

A chuckle can be heard from the man on the other side of the line, we can hear a bottle being opened and some drink is being poured in a glass

Sir?

Were you worried I would vanish on you my pretty?

Excuse me?

Oh now, don’t excuse yourself. I mean I know you are the one that should ask the questions to get a clear view of the whole situation. And I guess I’m just making you wonder what’s next?

Sir, this is a line for people that need help, you could….,

I could block someone that could be calling you? Someone that is truly in need of help? Your help?

Yes sir, I’m ….,

You want to cut this off? This moment of intimacy that we share? I never got the chance to explain my intentions and now you are already cutting me off???

Then please tell me sir, if I can’t help you then I must cut you off. And don’t you know it’s a crime for calling 911 as a prank call???

Oh but this isn’t a prank call my pretty…..

Another laugh can be heard from the figure as the woman on the line is getting angry

You never told me what your name was my pretty

Allison, but I don’t see what that has got to do with this…. Mr.

Oh you’ve been raised a nice little girl. Calling me Mr., that shows you that you know the morals of life, to always be nice. To always be polite to those you do not know, but do you really not know me??

Not until you give me your name Sir.

All in good time, you see Alisson. It’s close to the holidays and I just feel like I want to do a bad thing. I just feel like I want to be a bad… very bad little boy… have you ever been bad??

Sir, if you are going to keep up with this then I’m forced to end this phone call. We already have your phone number and the police is on their way right now.

Allison?

Yes sir?

I never knew that you did not like bad little boys……,

*click*

I guess I’ll have some explaining to do

*Present day*

I guess you got some explaining to do Goth? I mean seriously, what in the hell were you thinking joining that shithole of a wrestling fed? And now you are one hour late for a meaningless interview session? While the whole world knows you anyhow? I mean seriously, why aren’t you taking things serious for a change?

Silence comes over the man that is talking towards a figure that is sitting behind a desk, petting his pet cat who is purring as he feels his master’s hand running through his fur. The figure is sitting there calmly, smiling towards the man who was talking to him.

I got some explaining to do? Now is that the way I operate anywhere I go? I do things because I see it is fit right to do so, you got a problem reminding how I turned this organization into a million dollar company? You seem to forget that I’m a man that carries a federation on his own two shoulders? There is nobody in this world that knows what is best for wrestling than me.

You are right Goth, you are that man and you are that damn smart. But this is Sin City Wrestlign?? You are the owner of the Asylum Wrestling Alliance!!! I mean seriously? What has gotten into you!!!

You sure like to repeat yourself now don’t you John? You know something? The only reason I’m not firing you is the simple fact that I need an idiot that can be my monkey. Who will do whatever I please of him to do and to buzz off when I feel like you have served your purpose!! Now why don’t you get out of my office? Mr. Bigglesworth doesn’t like rats like you, it upsets him.

Goth chuckles as the figure walks off angry, slamming the door shut with a loud bang as the camera turns around and we see the owner of the AWA sitting there. Staring at his cat while he is smiling sinister.

Oh yes, I finally found your little hideout. Wasn’t that difficult to find three little bitches and their home pet bear.

Mr. Bigglesworth purrs as Goth runs his fingers across the top of his head, he closes his eyes as he lets himself being pet by the man.

You see three little rascals. You don’t mind me calling you that huh? It sure beats the ever boring deadly sins routine to the point of where I just gasp for air and doze off in a good night sleep. To the point where I start to masturbate to visions of Martha Steward wearing spike heels and granny underwear.

Well you get the point don’t you?

Goth puts his cat on his desk as he gets up, walking over to his wine cabinet and grabs a bottle of red wine. He pours in some wine in a glass and puts it to his lips, not tasting it yet as he is smelling the scent before drinking it.

Seriously, I made you tremble in your boots by merely my presence upon you all. The man that casted you out of his federation, the man that made you look like the poor excuses that you are. And what did you do? You got upset… how fitting to the point of where I already know that I have won. To the point of where I already know that I once again own you, yet does this mean I crave for your world heavyweight championship belt? Don’t make me laugh.

Goth takes another sip from his glass of wine, some of the red liquid remains on his lips, licking the remainder off of them. Savouring the taste of the wine.

And even Despayre, the big bad Despayre. The brave man that had so much to say back in the day, where was he? Nowhere to be found, the man that wanted to stand up and confront Goth, to oppose him… HIM!!! And yet, he vanished like a crying little bitch. Vanishing into a pit of tears, unable to understand why his teddy bear was not able to help him from me? From me Despayre, what was it that you always wanted? To face the greatest wrestler of all time? And why did you run like the coward that you are? Saddens to say that I was always right about you and your little gang, all talk and no balls… funny huh?

And then we got Synn, the everlasting faction of aggression. How are you doing sweetcakes? Ever dreaded the day that you would utter the words of Goth? Ever dreaded the night that you would wake up sweating from those hammroids that got stuck up your ass, remembering how vicious I can be when you were mine? My asylum inmates that I could pull the strings from and controlled your fate? I always enjoyed a good little puppet every now and then, too bad that the three of you ran like the cowards that you were. Of course you will utter differently, but then again… who can blame you?

And now? Now I have entered the one place you thought I would never show up. And why should I? An owner of one federation would think twice of joining another… RIGHT? I guess you never imagined me doing anything else besides that what can be expected from me. The unexpected, the one thing that separated me from each and everyone out there. Past, present or future. There’s no living soul out there that can compare themselves with me. The greatest wrestler of all time

Silence….,

What? No drum roll? No applause? No suspense moment where the music starts playing and telling the watcher that something magical is going to happen? That one moment in horror movies, that you know the character should not enter that one room and does? Maybe I expect too much from you, maybe you are just too stupid to realize.

And what do I get? After I openly come out to this joint? I openly state to the world that I want Despayre? What do I get? Two names that as well as me are new!!! Goodie, I can showcase the moves and the arrogance like I’ve never done before. To the point of where I can just sit down and enjoy a nice hot cup of tea. Where two others are just trying to get beaten down, so that one of them won’t be the one that gets the Gothic Dream to deal with!! Is that how SCW works here? Listening to the cries of one world champion? Trying to get his girlfriend out of a fight with his destiny?

Or is it the Gothic way in your point of few Gabriel??

A chuckle is seen, Goth closes his eyes and takes another sip from his wine before placing it on the table. He lets his hand run over his chin before turning his attention back on the camera.

I see two names, two unknown names and all I can think about is Gabriel and Despayre. Thinking about all the injustice that they have endured at these two hands. All the thoughts and screams that must have ran through their minds and I see two names. Two names that I have to get through, to get to the point of why I have come here… to have to battle two names. Names that I’ve never head off and probably will forget as soon as the morning sun rises and the alcohol has worn out. Two names that you will dump as quickly as another girl that I’ve tricked into believing that she was special, only to let her realize that she was just another fuck

Just two more names.

Is that it SCW? Giving the greatest gift a federation could ever have? To have it face two names? I know from a fact that these two names will call me up on this. Like I care, hell I could even walk out on this match and have them their two minutes of fame. I came here for Despayre and I’m sure as hell going to get him…. But until that moment comes, I will try to give a rats ass.

Reprobate and JC Bloodstone… JC Bloodstone and Reprobate… sounds like an off version of KC and the Sunshine band. But of course that would be an too easy remark being made by a man that knows shit from the two of you. I mean seriously, one of you has apparently never filed in any information for the people to care about. And the other just files his stats and thinks about it to showcase his past to the world to see.

Do I care?

Of course not….

Seriously, when I look at the guy who is called JC, I see a guy that hardcore. Ah memories come back to me when I was in the midst of enjoying hardcore matches. Getting myself into matches where my body was thrown into dangerous moves, only to know that it would be a stepping stone to the big things that would come back later. To harden myself to the point where pain would not matter anymore. Where blood would only fuel my intentions to go even harder upon my opponents. To inflict even more damage upon them as they have done to me… yes, I know the things that is what they like to call Extreme.

But does that tell me everything about you JC? For all I care you could be someone’s nanny down the street of your house. You could be a barkeeper at a local bar. You could be the teacher’s pet for all I care, yet when I look at you. I see names and faces that I want to destroy. I see figures that are the ones that are destined to face justice with these hands. You are standing in my way and I could care less whether I know your history or not. Because at the end of the road, when we enter that arena. When we fight each other in the ring, two things are possible to happen. Either you lose to me… or I’m going to walk out of that ring. Knowing that you are not the right man at the right moment for me to unleash my aggression and hatred… ah yes, hatred. Hatred for two men. Hatred for two coward individuals that apparently never wanted to face their destiny. Until now…..

Goth shakes his head, running his hand through his hair as he starts to laugh out loud. The laughter fills the entire room as he feels his fingers dig deep into his flesh and slowly drop to his chest.

You know JC, I could care less whether I win or not. For you it is an opportunity to get ahead in the ranks of this federation. For you it is something to build a career, earn money. Make people perhaps notice you for what you feel that it should have been your time all along. And I applaud that, but for me it is just returning to a dawn of rage, for me it is returning to the nights where I stood in the dark bowels of the arena. Preparing for that match and feel these moments come to me over and over again. The realization that I already have won that match without even have stepped foot in that arena.

To have the fans boo me, to have the fans cheer me. To have the world stand in awe of me one more time. To have that drug burning inside my body once again. Oh yes the nights where I preached the words of insanity that made no sense to everyone that I faced. The truth that made them turn their stomach in disgust, realizing that I was right all along. You see, I was more than just a man that turned from a nobody to someone that was billed as a legend. I wasn’t a man that just crawled himself up from the ashes of the damned to the riches of the world. I’m the evolving light of wrestling, I evolve every now and hten, to stand ahead of everyone that is in the ring with me.

To be the Bringer of Chaos, to be the King of Kings, to be the Gothfather, to be the devil that is right in front of you. To be the man that gives you an offer that you cannot refuse. Oh yes, the nights where I woke up, realizing that I have changed from night to day, from light to darkness. From simplicity to the modern day Jesus…. I’ve seen it all and I’ve done it all…. Realizing a man without a history for me to understand would not make any difference. The desire of getting in the ring and smell the sweat, to see the confidence in the eyes to change into doubt. Oh yes, I have missed it so much to the point that you are just my first appetite. The first of many small deserts before the main course.

Goth closes his eyes, he feels a gentle touch running across his chest. Gingers digging into his flesh over his shirt. Long nails are scratching him as he feels female lips kissing his neck before biting him in the neck.

Hmm, where were you?

I had to buy a new dress Ooth, I’ll show you later.

Goth chuckles as he feels his woman walk away from him and slaps him on the backside.

I know you were probably expecting a man that would say that I will beat you senseless. That I will take you to the limits of your capability, but that’s not my game anymore my friend. Sure, it sounds impressive to young kids, that want a role model that tells him to say their prayers and eat their vitamins. But look at me, do I fit the bill??

It gets old, it only makes you repeat yourself over and over again to the point where aggression will fuel your mind till eternity. And I hate it when I get a migraine in the morning when I wake up….

But honey, are you telling me that you are humanitarian of the year now??

A chuckle can be heard from Goth as he shakes his head.

No my pretty, I want to warn this young man that I do not wish to play along childish games. I’m a businessmen and when I see an opening to take someone out. Whether it is in the ring or when it comes down to earning money.

Tell me, are you going to wear that sexy tie I bought you on the day that you created that federation?

The one with the naked lady?

Yeah, the boobs on that girl was so sexy Goth.

I knew you liked her, so that’s why I bought the girl for you the following day

A giggle came from her mouth as Goth chuckled some more

But no, I wont enter the ring to talk to you about the stock exchange or the Dow Jones. I’m entering that ring to give you the very best that the wrestling world has had to offer. The man that stood high above bruised bodies, broken down dreams. The man that created careers and crushed them with a single blow. The very man that made YOUR world heavyweight champion run in fear away from my federation. Afraid of the total annihilation of his career. The very man that wants Despayre to bow down his head and ask for his forgiveness. The very same man that knows that even if I’m trying my best, you still aren’t the man that I want to destroy. But your carcass has to do I suppose

Don’t you think he will take that as arrogance?

Perhaps, but then again. He is not on a mission to prove the wrong of those who dare to speak the right. He is not the man that I wanted to destroy, he is not the man that I wanted to bear his blood upon his hopeless body. I feel bad that the owners that be apparently did not wanted to take the risk of a main event player to be destroyed for several months. Instead they just throw someone in the mix that has not been tested in the waters of this federation. Is that what people want to see these days?

If you put it that way, I guess you have a point.

Do I???

What do you mean?

Well do I have a point where I have a right to say these things? I know it’s a free country, freedom of speech. And yet people often are not crazy of people them to shove it where the sun doesn’t shine? But I’ll play along, I like it when I am told that I should do whatever they want me to do, because in the end I’ll always get what I want

And that’s Despayre?

That would be too easy, but eventually the name will burn on everyone’s lips. Until then, I will have to satisfy my hunger upon unknown sons of the seventh son….

And whate about Reprobate?

What about him? At least JC has the balls to at least make himself known. At least shows me that he doesn’t look like Whoopi Goldberg or Sam Brown. But you know something? I’ll just take down whatever comes my way. Because I am the one that has no limitations of what the imagination can come up with. HELL SON!! I walked the earth as the modern day Jesus Christ with the will to make wine from YOUR BLOOD. I was the man that would put the head of a dead horse next to you inside your bed, to make you realize that nobody will even have the guts to turn down my offer to the world.

Am I getting to you Reprobate?

Am I showing you a side that you wanted to hear? Or is it the one thing you never expected? Hey I don’t care. I don’t say or do what people want me to do, I do things the way I want to do them. Because in the end it ended up with me on top.l it always ended me with being the one that made people’s head turn and their stomach convulse with anger. You have to understand the one thing that life has created two things that you have to deal with. The fact that you will die eventually and that I’m the one that tells you when that moment comes.

I see a question mark, I see a big nothing on the horizon staring down at me and JC… and you know something? From a man that has done everything in the world that I can remember, I’m loving the fact that when you enter the ring… I don’t know you… from the moment that you stare into my eyes… your fate has already been sealed… and from the moment that I have left the ring… I have already forgotten you as the only thing that matters is the one man that will utter my name in disgust…. Despayre…. Prepare to utter… I’m coming…