The Genesis of Goth

Chapter One: How everythin begins

“  In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth”

We see Goth seated in a chair on his balcony of the Yakinthos Gardens hotel in Lesbos Greece. The man has had travelled to every city so far on the Greek tour and every week he had been told that he wouldn’t be booked. He didn’t mind to have a week off here and there, but it finally started to piss him off. Granted, spending time with his fiancé Mellissa has always given him enough distraction that it normally would calm him. But this time Goth wanted to compete, draw anger and heat from the crowd and the remainder of the locker room. To gloat in the presence of everyone that took him for granted, to overlook a man that has been a crucial part of this company, only to be overlooked in the benefit of others. And yet the lack of respect that he had felt only increased. At least, until now

All that it apparently took was to post a tweet, a tweet that he had clearly questioned the company for ignoring him. He had known that he would ultimately get a reaction, to be put in a match where people would believe he would be punished for it.

“Ever wondered what your life would be like when you have absolutely nothing?? I do…”

A smirk emerges upon his face, leaning his hands behind his head as his fingers feels his hair that is being tied into a tail. He closes his eyes as he enjoys the rays of sunlight upon his body, he stays this way for a few moments as the thoughts return about what has happened since Blaze of Glory… or at least the lack of it all when he is concerned. Sure, the people had been talking about Mac Bane and Mikah winning the Blast From The Past tournament, the one mixed tag team that had been too much for every single team that had competed. Including that of Goth and Candy, whom had given him just as much of a burden as the two have been for many other teams. The woman that ultimately presented him a wonderful romantic moment for him to ask his now fiancé to marry him.

But that was it, nobody cared about him. Nobody even cared who Mac Bane had been trying to recruit for his group of Saviors, because they all had faith in their local heroes that nobody else even mattered. He had to admit that it stung him, he knew in the past he has been one of the most hated man alive. He only cared for what his then wife Sapphira thought of him, but since his parenthood things had changed. He had learned to care, he had started to show compassion for those outside his little group of family. Something he had always taught himself that would be your downfall.

Goth slowly opens his eyes, he watches Melissa who is swimming laps in their own private swimming pool. His eyes admire her beautiful body inside her swimsuit. It gave him a welcoming distraction from the frustration that has been building inside of him for a very long time, even prior to the first time that Mac Bane and Whisper had approached him. They were the first in a very long time that showed him consistent respect for his career, at first he felt as if they were just trying to hire him to be a new Supreme Machine. To become a new hired gun to do their dirty bidding, but ultimately the tide started to turn when he finally opened up his eyes and realized the truth.

he thinks back to the first time that him and Whisper had sat down in a restaurant, talking about his dead wife, the thought brings back tears to his eyes that he no longer wishes to contain. Deep down in his heart he knew it was only healing him to experience the suffering of losing loved ones as it prepares you to love once again.

His thoughts are distracted by the sounds of soft footsteps approaching him, to be followed by two wet arms wrapping him from behind. He closes his eyes as he feels the soft lips of Melissa kiss his cheeks, a soft gasp escapes his lips when she kisses his muscular neck as she had known that it is very sensitive.

“You know it is very impolite to stare at women like that.”

A grin emerges upon his face as he lifts up his arms towards her, grabbing her left hand before guiding her towards him before letting her sit upon his lap. Not caring that the water wets him as the two kiss each other in a soft embrace. He feels her heartbeat increasing as her body is squashed into his, sensing the passion building inside of her as the two continue to kiss. Complete forgetting the surroundings as at this moment they are the only ones that matter. The kiss ultimately gets broken up as Melissa places her head upon his shoulder, feeling her wet hair sprawl across his massive chest as well as covering some parts of her face. Goth gently runs his fingers through the wet hair as it allows him to admire her beautiful smile. Both of them remain silent for a few more seconds, enjoying the sensation of their own company together.

“I love you”

The words seem to come at no surprise, she has been saying this to him every single day for as long as he can remember. Three words that had always held a special place into his heart ever since he fell in love with his wife, he just never expected that he would hear the same words again from someone else that held the same meaning like it did with Chantal. He felt her love radiate through her, making him thank God for opening his eyes for wanting to love once again instead of hiding from it.

“I love you too Melissa”

The two kiss some more before she excuses herself to him, preparing herself for a shower before getting dressed. He smiles, he had promised her that he would take her on a romantic day across the island. She had been begging him all weekend long what he had in store, causing him to at least tell her that they would have a romantic walk around the beach but that the rest of it would have to remain a secret.

He watches her walk away, he couldn’t resist to admire her beautiful body as it walked inside their hotel room before disappearing inside. Causing him to turn his head back towards the swimming pool as he sighs.

“Did you folks miss me??”

He closes his eyes as another smirk emerges upon his face, leaning his head backwards while wrapping his hands behind his head. He remains silent for several moments when we hear the sound of high heels walking around the swimming pool area towards Goth.

“What took you so long??”

The sound of high heels continues to walk until the woman stands in front of Goth, the camera turns towards the woman as we see The Saviors Whisper, wearing an outfit of a business woman including a suitcase. She stares at Goth for a few moments before placing it next to a chair in front of Goth. She slowly sits down as she crosses her legs in a sensual way before turning her attention towards the Hall of Famer.

“You do realize that I have other people to be concerned about as well right??”

She says with a serious look on her face, raising her left hand towards her face and places her fingers against her temple. She is tapping her fingers of her right and across the armrest of the chair while staring patiently towards the latest acquisition of the Saviors.

“Oh I know that, it’s just interesting to see how far I could go before you get rattled up.”
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Whiisper doesn’t show a facial reaction as she continues to stare at Goth with a cold stare on her face

“Charming Gerrit, I thought I was called over for something important”

She lowers her left arm as she leans over to grab her suitcase once more before attempting to stand up as Goth gestures her to remain seated after he had opened his eyes and stares back at her.

“But of course you are Whisper, you see i have had some talks with Melissa.”

His words are cut off when Melissa suddenly walks back into view, wearing a bathrobe while holding a glass of wine in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other. She hands the glass of Whiskey to Goth and places the glass of wine in front of her.

“Can we offer you something to drink?”

She looks at the drinks and nods her head.

“I would like a glass of Black Label Jack Daniels, pure without any ice..”

Melissa nods her head as she gets up and walks back into their hotel room to get Whisper also a glass of wine as Whisper turns her head back towards Goth.

“You were saying??”

Goth nods his head as he slowly sits up, grabbing for his glass of wine as raises it to his mouth but waits with taking a sip from it until Whisper has some wine also.

“Melissa has expressed interest into having me train her for a possible wrestling career.”

Whisper lifts an eyebrow, clearly she had not expected the fiancé of Goth to be interested in a wrestling career. Her eyes lift upwards as she sees Goth’s fiancé from Goth walk back out of their hotel room towards them with the glass of Jack Daniels.

“What made her to decide this??”

She nods as Melissa places the glass on the table in front of Whisper, the two share a moment of glances towards each other as both smile.

“Melissa has a background in kickboxing and after witnessing me inside the ring, she…”

Goth turns his gaze towards Melissa who grins

“I got that itch to compete against these women”

Whisper takes a sip from the glass of Whiskey, nodding her head in the process as she lets the words sink in

“I understand, but what do you want me to do?”

“Obviously I want to train her in the arts of submission wrestling, but I was wondering if you could take her under your wing also. Because with me competing it will be difficult to also commit to fully prepare her to compete in the ring.”

The words slowly sink in with Whisper, taking few more sips from her Jack Daniels, she gently places her glass back on the table before placing her hand against her head once more. Her gaze is now intently upon Melissa, who stares back at her in anticipation of her answer.

“Ok, there are some things that I want to clarify before giving you a decisive answer. I do not just train anyone out there that thinks he or she can fight. I need commitment, I don’t want someone to start whining about quitting if things go rough, because I am not someone that takes things lightly.”

Both Whisper and Goth stare at Melissa before Goth takes Melissa’s free hand and squeezes it. he turns his attention towards Whisper and shows a smile.

“That’s why I asked you to help her prepare for her in ring debut. Because I don’t want her to go through some BS wrestling education, I want her to experience the things that I have gone through to make it in the big leagues. Because I know she has got what it takes to earn a spot on this roster without going to one of those fancy wrestling schools they got with this company. Because that way you never get that killer mentality you need to succeed.”

Whisper nods her head as she writes something down, she then places the pen down on the notebook and turns her attention back to Goth and Melissa.

“Okay, if that’s what you want Melissa. Then I suggest we tart tomorrow. Because I don’t like to waste time, I am sure that we will get you ready in no time.”

Melissa nods her head, smiling as she is looking forward to start her training to become a possible Bombshell in Sin City Wrestling. The three share some private talks before Melissa decides to go back inside, leaving Goth and Whisper to talk some more business.

“Want me to refill that glass of yours?”

Whisper nods as Goth heads inside before returning with a bottle of Jack Daniels, he pours some more into the glass of Whisper before doing the same to his. He sits down and turns towards Whisper.

“How’s the engagement going?? Did you two set a date yet?”

Goth chuckles while taking a sip from his glass of Jack Daniels, he nods his head while placing the glass back on the table.

”Melissa wants a wedding during the Christmas holiday, I have a feeling that she wants to go to Disney World.”

The two chuckle as both share a sip from their glasses, granting them a moment of silence before Whisper starts to ask Goth another question.

“Are you sure that she is ready for it Gerrit??”

This causes Goth to raise an eyebrow, clearly he had not expected her to ask this question.

“You are referring to the marriage??”

But Whisper shkes her head, leaning back into her chair.

“No, I am talking about for her to compete inside the wrestling ring. I am glad that she has a kickbox background. But I hope she isn’t taking the competitive nature of these women lightly?? Especially when you haven’t been a part of any active competition for how long??”

Goth stares at his glass, letting the words sink in from Whisper. He knew that she would ask this question, he himself had some doubt at first as Melissa had not been kickboxing since the two had fallen in love with each other, plus her involvement of them raising his son took so much time. He had seen the desire grow inside of her with every passing week, especially when he had been teaming with Candy in the Blast From The Past. She wasn’t jealous, but she had believed that she would have able to do some damage in the same tournament alongside someone, that had caused him to laugh several times before accepting some playful punches from her.

“I am not so worried about her mentality to compete, she is just as competitive as I am. I am more worried about whether she will be able to mix it up with all the different styles of wrestlers that the Bombshell division possess.”

Whisper nods her head, in understanding.

“I think Kat wouldn’t mind sparring with Melissa, she is always willing to break in a new girl.”

The two share a laugh as the shot slowly fades

It’s time I fight back

“Remember me??”

There’s a moment of silence, Goth is walking around the Natural History Museum of the Lesbos Petrified Forest. Admiring the historic artifacts as well as admiring the beauty of the forest that is resided in the city of Sigri. He is enjoying some free time as Melissa had begun her training session to prepare herself to become a wrestler. Wearing a colourful blouse and a white knee high pants. He is listening to a recording of some of the history of the forest while enjoying the beautiful weather. He has noticed the camera crew as he presses the pause button on the recording.

“You do remember me right?? The man that is the number one contender for the Internet title? The man that joined The Saviors and pissed off the entire wrestling world that is Sin City Wrestling. To the point that they just decided to ban me from active wrestling for three consecutive shows. Something that you may ask yourself what the reason behind this decision could be?”

“Is it perhaps the fast majority of wrestlers that this company possesses, to allow every single up and coming talent and veteran a chance to shine??”

Goth chuckles and shakes his head no.

“Could it be that I was suffering from an injury? That they wish to protect opportunity to wrestle for the Internet Title instead of having to find a last minute substitute??”

And once again there’s Goth who shakes his head no.

“Could it have been that the powers that be wanted to punish me?? For turning my back upon them at the last Super Card?? Where I had aligned myself with the team of renegades? Those who they believe are a blemish upon their established company of perfect son in laws??”

“I would say that frustration upon their part would be the main reason of their futile attempts to push me into the ground in the hopes that everyone would forget about the Gothic One. The man that is owed a title shot at the next show, a match where they presumably are worried about the chances of their champion Jack Washington againt yours truly?? A man that has already proclaimed his frustration upon yours truly for speaking out my mind, go figure. A highly paid superstar that is thin skinned and cannot take constructive criticism from his pears. But then again, truth sucks huh Jack??”

Goth chuckles as he sits down on a rock that is near him, admiring the surroundings as he continues the talk

“I know that it may be a tactic, to rattle me up so much that I wouldn’t be able to contain myself and make a mistake in my title opportunity?”

Goth’s face turns towards the camera with a look of him saying Seriously?

“But even if that was the case, they have really failed. They failed to the point where it was yours truly who captured the attention from all of you by merely posting a picture on social media and was hoping that I would be booked this week. And I have to admit, what happened afterwards was even for me too good to be true.”

“Just imagine, where a bombshell Superstar warned me that it could ultimately end up with me in a handicap match. Seriously folks? Is that something that I should be concerned with? I have endured so much in my long term career that I have seen it all and have done it all…. That even a handicap match isn’t something that I would walk away from. Better yet, I welcome every single opportunity to prove my worth… And these are the moments that I live for, to have the odds stacked against me and overcome it every single time.”

“And then to make things even more interesting, they would not allow me to know my opposition until 24 hours later…. Really Mr. Underwood and Ward?? Is this the belittlement that I must start to get accustomed to? To have me wonder, wonder whether it is Kris Ryans and Synn? Or perhaps J2H and Drake Green? No, I think you just got so overwhelmed with your own arrogance that you forget the fact that none of your current wrestling talent has got any desire to face yours truly. That’s right, this is merely an action of pure desperation, realizing finally after your decision to put me into a match like this without realizing what you got yourselves into. Because I am sure that you guys wanted to put me into a match with Fenris and Ben Jordan, two men that you believe that are capable to shut me up right?? That was until you realized that they were already booked…. And I am sure that the cash register was too low for you to purchase J2H for a small appearance alongside Casey Williams?? And it makes me realize that you have got no damn faith in any of your young talent to even bother yourselves to even try. To finally come up with Jamie Staggs??”

“Seriously??”

Goth shakes his head in disbelief, he looks at the trees in front of him and admires them before turning his attention back to the camera.

“And to think that he has a mystery partner that he knows who it is, that the bosses know who it is as well as the mystery partner himself obviously. And you know what? I just decided to play along, I will react as if I am very shocked of the participant. Because it will be someone that nobody was expecting that HE would show up and spoil my in ring return after how many shows?? It’s quite fitting to see how one man can mess up for everyone that loves the game of wrestling and don’t like the Saviors.”

“Too bad people, I don’t care anymore. I have realized that I have been an outcast for you all since day one that I shocked the world. Remember how I attacked Chris Shipman?? Remember how I took him to the limits and beyond?? I am sure that you all have fond memories of the psycho madman that once terrorized everyone that he thought he could destroy. To the point of where is he now? Is quite interesting of how things change when you come face to face with reality. When you come face to face with one of the greatest wrestlers of all time. Because our barbe wire idiot out there thought he could outdo me… YOURS TRULY!! Just like Lord Raab, just like every single wrestler out there… wrestler’s like Mark Cross. A man that I watched with astonishment, who has clearly proved that the theory of the human brain is capable of learning of mistakes and evolves… A man that had the audacity that he wants to push himself into the eternal spotlight of believing that he has a right to be in the world title picture EVERY FUCKING moment. To the point that he just wants to ignore the obvious failed attempts to sound as if he has ever allowed oxygen to flow through the two braincells that he possesses.”

“What will it take for you to understand that Mac Bane has won a tournament who would determine the number one contender for HIS title… To the point that HE as champion has made the decision to pick his own contender…. And let’s be honest Mark, we have seen how pathetic you have been as of late, we have experienced your degrease of your true intensity to accomplish anything in this company… And then to have the guts to compare yourself with men like Ben Jordan and Fenris? Seriously Mark, stop trying to flatter yourself into a position where you need to have an ass kicking to wake up from your delusional antics”

“And when you talk about the legends of this game, why was it that you did not mention my name?? No don’t bother to try and explain your stupidity, because you know that you don’t belong. Because you got beaten in the same tournament by Mac Bane… The man that told the world that he would Three Peat…. What happened Mark?? Oh yeah, that’s right. That’s in the past, you are the future and are the only one besides Ben and Fenris that is entitled to have a title shot. You know what I think of you Mark?? Stop believing that you are the Hot Shot of this company, because you fail in every category of ever be relevant to begin with!!!”

Goth shakes his head and sighs

“But seeing that I have to worry about a mystery partner, I will just keep calm and not to bother and discuss the chances of people that are wht they accuse me to be… the past of this company. Those who are too stupid to realize that they are heading to the exit of the eternal arena that is the wrestling history books. So people out there,k don’t start to go overboard with your fantasy booking, wondering who it will be that will accompany our little Staggs cub. Because no matter who it is, it will not be enough to defeat the Gothic One… the King of Kings… The greatest wrestler that this company had hoped that I would retire after a few exhibition matches. But know this boys and girls. I am the real deal, I am someone that does not get outsmarted and outclassed. Not even by a two on one handicap match… because I am HE that will overcome you all…. See you at Climax Control people…. I am the one that will have his hand raised in the end.”


Goth walks off as he presses the play button once again and admires the history of this beautiful place.

A second chance

Grand Canyon


Goth and Melissa can be seen at the Grand Canyon as Goth had booked a Hummer Trip through the Grand Canyon with the optional Sunset for the two of them, clearly he is determined to go through with proposing to her on a romantic fashion. The two are chit chatting as they are awaiting the Hummer that Goth had booked as they are looking at the view of the Canyon in front of them.

“Gerrit, this is truly the most romantic thing someone has ever done for me”

Melissa says as she places her head upon his shoulder while pulling herself closer to him by grabbing his arm, her hands squeeze his muscular arm softly as Goth happily smiles. He had been very angry with Candy for ruining his opportunity to ask Melissa to marry him by breaking into his house, something tot his very day he has not been able to figure out how she had managed to do so.

“I am glad you like it Melissa, I just wanted to give you something special because of our Valentine’s Day debacle..”

He says with a shy look upon his face, he had often been able to maintain a determined look upon his face during promo’s for matches or while being inside the wrestling ring. But he had been frantically been looking to make it up to his girlfriend the best possible way on such short notice. He had even pulled several strings financially to buy up every possible seat during this trip to make sure that there wouldn’t be any surprise.

“Oh sweetie, I had already told you that our date didn’t got ruined by….”

Goth places a finger upon the lips of Melissa before she could even mention Candy’s name, clearly Goth did not want to be remembered by her as she smiles and nods her head in understanding.

“How much longer do you think we have to wait???”

She asks in clear excitement, she had decided to buy a new dress for the occasion as she was positive that he would do another attempt to ask her to marry him. Melissa had been a fan of Candy as she liked her, she hadn’t mind Candy to suddenly walk in on them un announced. But she did got upset that Goth decided not to go on with his marriage proposal that was so obvious that it would happen.

“We just have to wait five more minutes for our trip, one very special trip.”

He says with a big smile upon his face, he had been withholding any information from her about the trip besides that it would be a trip through the Grand Canyon. He had even considered booking a helicopter flight, but figured by going with the Hummer that they would be able to stop at certain points and take pictures as they would be able to soak in the trip upon their own pace. He wraps his arms around her waist and the two kiss, he senses her heartbeat increasing with every passing second.

“Special huh?? Sounds expensive.”

He can sense the guilt in her voice, she still hadn’t gotten used to the wealthy lifestyle of him. Growing up in a rather normal family without much money had taught her to be careful with spending money. Another reason why he loved her so much, she never cared about him because he was wealthy. She had never known about his past until he had told her a few years ago as he wanted her to know everything about him as neither of them wanted to have secrets for each other. It was something that had taken her a while before she had come to accept his past, although she had reservations at first when he had told her last year that he wanted to get back into wrestling once more. He turns his face towards her as he plants a tender kiss upon her lips

”You shouldn’t worry about that sweetheart, I am sure that once we are on our way that money is the last thing on your mind.”
   
They hear an engine approaching them from afar as this causes them to turn their attention away from each other and towards the direction of the Hummer. The Hummer reads Buck Wild from where Goth had booked this tour with, we see two figures sitting in the Hummer. One lady behind the wheel, wearing a hat and sunglasses and a guy that jumps out and walks over towards them.

”Hi there, I am Pete and I am your tour guide for today and you must be Mr. van der Krift??”

Goth nods his head as he gives the tour guide a fist bump before turning his gaze towards Melissa, who is smiling from ear to ear as she is listening intently to the tour guide.

”Mr. van der Krift, I have understood that you wanted an extra romantic trip today.”

”I want to give this woman a day that she will never forget.”

He says as he wraps his arms around Melissa and gives her a kiss on her cheek, causing her to blush and turn red. The tour guide nods his head and they all walk over towards the Hummer and prepare for their trip.

We see Goth and Melissa enjoy the scenery of the Grand Canyon as Pete is giving them information about the Grand Canyon, something that both of them are barely listening to as they are just solely enjoying the view and themselves.

”This is just perfect Gerrit”

She whispers in his ear as she is resting her head upon his shoulder while staring through the window in front of them. Suddenly the Hummer hits a bump in the road as that causes the Hummer to shake awkwardly as this causes the secret little box in his pocket containing the ring that he wanted to give her on their valentine’s day date that got ruined by Candy. Goth crinches after feeling the bump with the Hummer, causing him to glance over towards the driver.

”Does this happen often??”

He stares at the driver, who turns her head for a moment and smiles before turning her attention back ahead of her.

”Apologies Mr. van der Krift, we cannot guarantee that this does not happen.”

Goth nods his head as he looks at the driver and has a curious look on his face as if he knows the person. The Hummer drives on for another ten minutes before they stop for the first time at a beautiful spot for them to take pictures and enjoy the view. Goth has his hands around her waist as they are silent for several moments while Melissa is taking pictures of the Grand Canyon. Goth laughs at some soft remarks from Melissa as he is ready to present her the present when suddenly

”Hey Partnerzz, so when are you going to show her that big whopper of a ring and ask her??”

Goth’s demeaner suddenly changes as he hears the voice of the woman that is his tag team partner in the Blast From the Past. His head is slowly turning towards the sound as his eyes are bulging out of his sockets while starting to pour sweat from his forehead.

”I must be dreaming…, this can’t be true”

He whispers while continuing to turn his head until he stares into the face of his tag team partner Candy. She is smiling at him while waving her hand towards Melisaa, who has a clueless look on her face.

”Gerrit??”

But he is unable to answer her, the shocked look upon his face is evident. It takes him a few moments before snapping out of the transfixed gaze that he has before shaking his head.

”N.. no, this can’t be happening to me again. She can’t be here, you can’t be here!!!!”

He has his eyes closed shut for five seconds, the muscles around his eyes are tensed until he decides to slowly reopen his eyes in the hope that Candy will be gone and all will be back to normal.

”Hiya!!!”

Candy is now standing in front of him smiling instead of being vanished from his fears, the sugar sweet like smile has emerged upon her face before she storms off towards Melissa and gives her a big hug. Goth is seemingly paralyzed, standing there as if he is a statue. Sweat is pouring down his forehead as he slowly starts to repeat himself that this is impossible before turning slowly around and sees the two women talk. Melissa is politely smiling towards her while flashing a worried look over at Goth as this is a key for him to act.

”Candy?? What are you doing here?? Since when do you drive hummers for this touring company??”

We see Candy turn around and she nods her head, raising her hands upwards as in an apologetic gesture towards her tag team partner. She takes off the hat and walks over towards him and stands in front of her larger tag team partner as she looks up at him.

”Okay, I have to admit that I do not work for them.”

Goth raises an eyebrow

”Then why are you here?? The only ones that knew about this was that touring company!!!”

He points at Pete that swallows hard, trying to hide behind the hummer to no avail as Goth notices him as he has taken his attention away from Candy for a few seconds.

”Okay, you can’t blame Pete Goth. He is like a second or third cousin of my aunties neighbors babysitters twin brother from another mother. And he…”

Goth’s look on his face turns into a confused one after hearing who Pete is.

”He is what???”

She bites her lower lip, looking over at Pete before turning her attention back at Goth with an apologetic expression.

”He is like special Gerrit, he is like related to me from a very distant relationship or something. But he saw how your Valentine Day date got ruined. And he…”

”You mean how YOU ruined it???”

She hides her gaze from him a few seconds before looking back up at him with a sweet like smile once more.

”You know what?? You are absolutely right, I did… Buuuuuuuuut we should not hold grudges for long periods of time Goth. Because you may come down to regret it later on.”

He lifts an eyebrow as he starts to show an angrier look on his face after hearing what she had to say

”I may come to regret it?? Oh really?? Please do explain why I should regret this when it was YOU that…”

”You have to understand that we are one match away from reaching the finals in our trail to success Goth. The Dark Sparklez need to be on the same page if we want to beat team MikMac. I…”

”First of all its Mikah and Mac Bane, two current champions in our company Candy. And what we do in the ring is something else than you trying to ruin my romantic moment with my girlfriend for the second time!!!!”

Candy pouts her lips for a few moments, she looks passed Goth towards Melissa in the hope of getting some support from Goth’s girlfriend. Only to find Melissa shaking her head no towards her, this causes Candy to turn her gaze back at Goth with a sly smile

”So Candy, why in the hell are you here??”

She lets out a sigh and nods her head before finally giving in.

”Okay, Pete is like I told you related to me in a far distant way. He had seen how your Valentine’s Day date went and he contacted me. I…”

”HE WHAT???!!!”

He turned his gaze to where Pete was supposed to be, who has locked himself in the hummer in the hope of finding any kind of protection from his rage. He ultimately turns his attention back to Candy with rage in his eyes while breathing heavily.

”I wanted PRIVACY for me and my girlfriend Candy!!”

”Well besides me and the SCW camera crew out here nobody knows Goth”

She waves at the camera crew after finishing her sentence before turning her attention back to Goth

”You probably have forgotten the fact that if SCW sends out a camera crew that ultimately EVERYONE gets to see this??”

Candy’s expression changes as she realizes that she had forgotten about this and once again shows a smile.

”I am sure that there won’t be so much viewers this late in the day when it gets aired Goth. But once again you are right, I forgot. But the reason why he contacted me is that he felt that I should be able to make it up to you two and give you a special romantic moment… Candy Style”

Her smile grows as she starts to believe her words and tries to push her intentions upon him.

”And seeing that you had ordered a jazz band the other day I realized how I could make it up to you two.”

Goth turns his attention towards Melissa with a puzzled look before turning back to Candy.

”I know I will regret asking this, but how??”

She grabs a cd out of a pocket and holds it up in next to her face

”I got a cd with me with my favourite songs from Aqua, you know from Barbie Girl?? And I am going to be singing whatever song you want!!!”

Goth swallows hard as he raises his hands up

”Candy, I appreciate your enthusiasm. But that’s okay, you don’t have to. I…”

But she shakes her head no

”No!! I insist!! You deserve the very best and I have been training my voice during the drive over here… so I am sure that you are going to enjoy it Goth. I can reach all the high notes!!!”

Goth facepalms himself and shakes his head

”Why me God?? Why me??”

He says as the shot slowly fades as we see Goth desperately trying to convince Candy to not do what she has got planned for them.

Blast From The Past Semi Finals

So close to gold, yet so far away

We see Goth standing at the Grand Canyon as he is staring at the sunset. Melissa has left him for a moment as he is soul searching while the camera crew comes closer to him.

”A while ago I had doubts….”

“Doubts whether I would reach the semi-finals of this tournament, to get this far in such a prestigious tournament with a tag team partner….. like Candy.

His gaze is focused upon the Grand Canyon, admiring its beauty as the wind blows through his hair. The thought of him being just a small part of nature gives him goosebumps, realizing that no matter what he has ever achieved in his career that it fails in comparison to such an imposing natural creation. His eyes travel as far as it allows it to do in combination with the limited light of the sun that still shines over it, he grips his hands across the barricade that he is standing in front of.

”And yet, here we are. One of the four semi-final teams in this tournament. A tournament where we are facing the man that holds the title that I could be challenging for in the end, a championship belt that I have held in the past. Something that I have to admit that I desire to once again hold in these hands.”

Goth’s grip on the barricade tightens as the whiteness of his hands are starting to become more visible, only to loosen the grip ultimately as he sighs.

”I look at the two wrestlers that will oppose me and Candy and I have to admit, that I can see why these two are so confident that they would eventually reach the finals and possibly win it all. I can see that if you put the world champion and one half of the mixed tag team champions…. A championship that me and Mercedes held until she and her tag team partner Kristopher Ryans took away from me…. They beat us, they were the better team… something that I have no problems of admitting.”

“But admitting is growing isn’t it?? To admit that you had to bow your head down to the opposition is not giving up obviously. Always realizing that one day in your life you will be granted a new opportunity…. Combine that with determination to survive and you can reach the point where we are today. I wonder what that says about the success of the two champs and ours.”

He smirks at his own comment before shaking his head.

”Obviously I am not going to degrade the prestigious accomplishments of these two separately as wella s how they have gotten to this point. I have watched them beat Kat and Mark Cross to advance to the semis, something I applaud them for getting so far.. and I know why. You have a talented Bombshell in Mikah, like her or not. But she is one of the best Bombshells in the history of this company. The will to succeed, the desire to beat everyone, to mock people afterwards because she knows that she has your number. Only the best have that established aura that nobody can alter, the one thing that gets under the skin of your opposition… and there’s nothing that they can do to stop you from tearing a hole through their minds with nothing more than a smile.”

“And then there’s Mac Bane.. how I have watched your career throughout the past year to now. a man that was in this same tournament, advancing to the finals only to lose in the finals against the team with the man that you have avenged that loss against. A man that is now a two time world champion, a man that has had major battles against many of champions, beating the man that is named Mark Cross to become champion…. The same man that I had beat prior to your glorious victory.“

He shows a small smile, only to have it alter back to the serious look that he had been sporting since the camera had caught from the beginning.

”Your wars against Alex Jones, losses and victories. Your impressive match that you had at the beginning of this year, turning down the hopes and dreams of those who assumed that they could beat you. Impressive to say the least, confidence is something that I can tell you have never lacked hasn’t it?? The confidence of a champion that brings a psychological edge when you look down upon your opposition…”

“The question I want to ask Mac…., do you look down upon me as well? Are you going to be telling me the same thing that I have been hearing since my return to the in ring competition?? Whether I do or do not deserve to be here? Whether I should just have stayed away? Or are you accepting the challenge in the hope of finally putting down a Hall Of Fame competitor that shows the respect… not caring about your Saviors short comings that has made me laugh from time to time.”

Goth turns his gaze towards the camera for the very first time, a gaze that is cold as ice. He inhales deeply as he holds in his breath before letting out a long sigh.

”Now I know that some lesser being would take these words as if you are a coward, that you cannot succeed upon your own, only to beg for help to be on top of the food chain that is the wrestling industry. But that’s what makes the weaker minds so enjoyable to play with their ego and their pride”

“Pride, such a small word with a rather deeper meaning that only a few could alter in actions. Actions that I have been able to alter in making others realize that I was better than them. But that’s it isn’t it Mac?? That I used to, that I was something that most of the laughable roster of this company are hoping that I would never be able to find once again. No matter the reasoning for their insecurity, no matter what their eyes are trying to hide from their stinking brains to comprehend…. The fact that you have created your saviors group is something that I have grown to understand…. You want to change the world,k you want to better the people that share the same oxygen like you do…. And to protect those who you share your own thoughts and will follow you blindly to the end of the world isn’t it?? Such a beautiful prophecy isn’t it??”

The gaze returns towards the Canyon as he watches a bald eagle fly around, searching for its nest as Goth watches with admiration in his eyes.

”Nobody truly understands reality when they do not allow their minds to open up to the views of others… That there are more than just one single truth in this world…. That’s a weakness that is been absorbed in their own ideology…. And then there are those who believe that they are open minded….., they believe that they are just as strong as you… and me Mac. Only they want to force their truths upon others by convincing us with words instead of deeds… The truth needs to be forced upon the other before they can even start to embrace reality…. Are you willing to embrace reality when I am capable to beat it inside of you?? Something that I wonder will ever make the Supreme Machine will finally allows his eyes to be opened and accept the fact that his poor excuse of violence alone is far from the answer that we both seek.”

“I am sure that you have regretted in allowing him to enter the realms of the six sided ring haven’t you?? Oh sure, a big time monster with strength and the rage of a monster can be a valuable ally for a moment or two…. But that’s just it isn’t it?? It ultimately loses its advantage over the rest of the world as we evolve… while he?? Well I guess he just needed a mask for more reasons besides just hiding his own face in shame. But you are not like that aren’t you??”

“Oh no, you are strong. You are the one that does not allow disappointment to hold you down, yet you move on. Yet you accept responsibilities and demand nothing more than the best… or else your existence has no value…. And that my friend…. Is finally a weakness that I have to exploit.”

He closes his eyes and sighs once more.

”I know I told you on social media that I respected you, that I was looking forward to this confrontation. A confrontation that a team faces another, where it’s man vs. man and Bombshell vs. Bombshell. A confrontation that normally I could interfere and aid my tag team partner in double teaming moves…. Only to realize that when the two ladies are inside the six sided ring that we just have to watch on and motivate our partners to get an advantage….”

“Yes, I respect you Mac…. And yes, when the two of us finally step feet inside the ropes of the six sided ring I will look forward to test myself against the very best that this company has to offer. I have already beaten someone that held that belt, only to be denied an opportunity to face either you or Mark Cross for that belt should either of you overcome the other… Something that has made me wonder why Mac…”

“Now I know that you do not make the matches, that you aren’t the one that has the power to change things… And yet… for someone that issued open challenges to anyone out there that YOU FELT that deserved a championship shot for that belt got the chance to do so…. So what was the reason why I didn’t Mac??”

He chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief as he whistles a few tones before returning his talk.

”I am not a bitter man Mac, I may have been that way in the past when I was younger. Back then I thought the world evolved around me…. Does that sound familiar champ?? Instead of whining and bitching, I just knew that my time would ultimateloy come…. Whether it would be in a one on one championship, non title match… or like this week… A Blast From The Past semi-finals match. The perfect opportunity to make a change, a change in your mindset, a change in the ideology of whatever course that this company is heading towards….”

“I admit Mac, I am puzzled with some of the turns of events that has marked this company… none that you are concerned with of course…. A man that could very well be ending up in the tournament finals… realizing that if that’s the case that you won’t have to defend that belt in a singles confrontation. That would be such a coincidental advantage for a champion that I thought would have never had any problem of putting that title on the line against whomever. An honour that I want once again want to obtain Mac… and if that means that I have to drag Candy around for another match or so?? So be it… Because I know deep down inside my gut that I am eligible to beat your ass and take home the gold…. But words are futile to prove that point isn’t it??"

“And I know that you can rely upon Mikah to uphold her end of the bargain, but that’s not the type of wrestler that you are now is it?? Because deep down inside YOU are the one that wants to walk away as the successor…. Like Mikah did when you had to watch her take down your sister. Yet I know that when it comes down to teamwork…, you have to accept and move on…. And that’s what I want Mac.. I want to move on, I want to advance in this tournament as this may very well be the final chance I may ever have…..”

“Of course, sympathy is not for the devil is it?? I am not asking for understanding…, the only thing I ask is allowing me to beat the reality into you…. Because I have seen the truth…. And that will be Mac Bane vs. Goth for the world championship belt…. But first….  ”

He turns his attention back to the camera.

”First I have to do what others have not been able to do…. Advance and beat the team that so far has been unable to be beat…. Me and Candy will see you two at Climax Control champ… until then…”

With that Goth stops as he sees Melissa walk up to him, the two kiss as the shot slowly fades

Blast From The Past rp number 1

Paradise, Nevada

“I still can’t believe that you made me go through with what Candy was saying Melissa.”

Says Goth when he and his girlfriend enter their hotel room, he places his suitcase next to his bed before turning his attention back to the woman that he loves.

“Oh please, she just wants to create a team chemistry. I mean seriously, what I have heard what you and Jonathan had done to become blood brothers makes me wonder what is worse.”

She says after raising an eyebrow towards him, causing him to sigh in defeat. Realizing that she has a point in what she just said. He lowers his face and stares at the floor.

“That is different, I…”

“Different?? Oh let me see, you had done some sort of weird ceremony where you ultimately cut yourselves so your blood would mix with each other. Yeah, I guess you are right that you have to high five her is much weirder than that.”

Goth is silent for a moment, trying to find the correct word to counter his girlfriend. But ultimately he has to agree with her, something that he hates to do.

“You got to understand Melissa, I was young and stupid. But I don’t like to be thronw into something and be a gimmick. I mean seriously, do I really have to wear that damn shirt???”

Referring to the shirt that she had handed to him on the last episode of Climax Control, a black shirt with glitter on it that reads the team name that Candy had come up with.

“I think it’s cute, It would be something completely different for you. Show a side of yourself that no other fan knows that you possess.”

He stares at her with a puzzled look on his face.

“You want me to act like a damn clown?? Who do you think I am??”

She smiles as she slowly walks over towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck and plants a soft kiss upon his lips before pulling back a bit.

“I think you would look rather handsome wearing a red nose and size 60 shoes.”

This causes him to grin, he kisses her on the lips as an answer to hers before nodding his head. He turns around and stares at the suitcase that he knows has the black shirt with the name of Team Dark Sparklez written all over it. He reaches over for it and slowly opens the suitcase, his face staring at it in the hope that the shirt for some reason has vanished into thin air.

“There it is….”

But sadly for Goth the shirt is still inside his suitcase, he notices that there is a small picture added to the shirt. He reaches for it and stares at the picture, recognizing himself and Candy from the last Climax Control as they give themselves a high five. He lowers his head before turning his attention back to his girlfriend

“Don’t tell me you are behind this??”

He holds the picture towards his girlfriend, who stifles a laugh behind her hand.

“Oh my God, that is so funny. But I have to disappoint you hun, that wasn’t me.”

He looks at the picture with a puzzled look on his face, he turns it around and suddenly notices some handwriting on the back.

“Let’s kick ass this week on Climax Control Partner. Candy”

The look on his face is priceless, he is speechless for several moments before turning his attention back towards his girlfriend.

“It…. it was from Candy. I….”

“Aww, isn’t she such a sweetheart??”

Goth’s eyes look back up to his girlfriend with a look of complete shock.

“This woman is nuts!!!”

He places the picture next to the shirt that he had placed on his bed a few moments ago, staring at it and shakes his head.

“What have I gotten myself into….”

The shot slowly fades as we go to a commercial break

We come back from the commercial break as Goth is doing some promo work for this weeks Climax Control, standing in front of a life size poster of him and Candy and their opponents in the first round of the Blast From The Past Tournament in SCU’s Esther Azarov and her tag team partner Finn Whelan. Goth is standing there a bit uncomfortable as he is wearing the team shirt as Pussy Willow is waiting for the signal to start an interview with the Hall of Famer.

“Welcome all to the weekly interview segment with some of our superstars that will compete this coming Climax Control. And today our guest is none other than Hall of Famer and multi champion Goth. Goth you are being paired with Candy in the Blast From The Past, what are your thoughts so far??”

Goth stares at her, he opens his mouth and wants to say something. But realizes that what he was going to say isn’t the most political correct answer and takes a few moments to come up with an answer instead.

“My thoughts?? Well…, uhm…. Candy is sure different in comparison to other tag team partners that I have had in the past.”

He gives a weak smile in the hope that it was a good answer.

“I see that you have fully embraced the team name and the shirt that you were given by your tag team partner, can you give me an update on her physical situation???”

“Wha??”

He looks down and realizes he had already forgotten that he had put on the shirt and sighs

“Oh this?? Yeah, well you know me. I am a team player, so yeah. But to answer you rother question, she was supposed to be here but I had given the day off to heal from her injury that she had suffered on Climax Control.”

“Do you think that the incident between her and Alicia Lukas will play a negative factor upon you and her performance this coming Climax Control??”

“Well I would be lying if the fact that Alicia blasted her from behind with a cane wouldn’t have any sort of effect on us during the match. I mean, she cannot be fully healthy even if she says that she will. So Ii realize that I may have to work overtime to have a chance to advance as well as not having her injury get worse against our opponents.”

“Does that mean you will be hesitant to tag her in??”

Goth bites upon his lower lip, overthinking the question before answering it.

“It has crossed my mind a few times since the last show, but I realize that I cannot prevent her from never entering the six sided ring.”

Willow nods her head as she takes a look at another question that she has written down upon a card

“What are your thoughts about your opponents for the upcoming show??”

Goth scratches the back of his head.

“I am certain that these two are two capable superstars inside the six sided ring. Esther is an established wrestler from SCU and her partner is someone that I have not met before. So that is difficult to have a first impression upon. But I am positive that isn’t someone that I should be taking lightly inside the ring.”

“How do you see your chances to advance to the next round??”

“I am always confident that I will win, obviously this isn’t just a match that evolves just around me and my opposition. Being in a match like this, where your chances to influence the match in a positive way is limited to fifty percent. Because I cannot run in and do a double team effort with Candy to take down Esther Azarov. There is a no physical contact rule in Sin City Wrestling when it comes down to men and women. So I have to fully trust my tag team partner that she will be able to do her part to succeed.”

Willow nods her head before digging deeper into that statement.

“And do you fully trust Candy??”

Goth opens his mouth once more, but decides to close it as fast as he opened it. His face reveals some doubt upon his mind before faking a smile and nodding his head.

“Even though we have not tagged together inside that six sided ring, I do fully trust that she can stand her ground.”

“Are you not worried that her mind is perhaps focused more on the attack from Alicia Lukas instead of your tournament first round match??”

The question catches Goth off guard, clearly he is worried about where the focus of his partner is at with their match coming up in mere days.

“I think she will be ready come Climax Control, I…”

“You think?? That does not sound like you are confident heading into this match Goth.”

“Well of course there are some concerns, but I have looked into her career and saw that the last time she was in this tournament she did manage to get far Willow. So instead of listening to your innuendo’s I…”

“Innuendo’s?? Are you trying to suggest that Candy will completely ignore the fact that she was hit by a cane? After being upset over what happened to Alicia Lukas in their match?? Because quite honestloy Goth, I get the feeling that you are just looking for excuses.”

This causes Goth’s eyes to widen in utter surprise to the accusation from Willow.

“What the hell are you talking about??”

“Come on Goth, you may have fooled Candy during your fancy dress party on Climax Control”

Pointing at the team shirt that he was wearing.

“But you cannot fool me Goth, I could tell that you wanted nothing more than get out of this combination between you and Candy. You nearly upset her when you spoke out your mind about the shirts and not wanting to high five her before the match starts. Try to explain that Goth??

“Well….”

Willow shakes her head in disbelief.

“No Goth, I want the truth.”

He is getting annoyed by the interruption from Willow as he stares at her with a cold look on his face.

“You know something Willow?? I didn’t really enjoy it because I am a downright wrestler. I am not here to have fun, if I was then I would have named myself Senor Vinnie okay?? But if you want to know whether I am going to stick with my tag team partner?? I will be at her side until we either win it or get eliminated okay?? I have been tag team partners with the most unlikely partners, although she is beyond everything that I have experienced. But I want to do this and you know why??”

She doesn’t answer as she awaits his answer.

“I realize that I may not have eternal life when it comes down to my wrestling career, but this is about getting a shot at the freaking World Heavyweight champion. A title that I have held several times in this company, something that I have done in every freaking company I have ever been in. And I have a son who has never seen me wrestle in real life until I came back to this company. He has never… and let me rephrase that.. he has NEVER seen the man that I once was. And you know what?? If it means that I need to put on a shirt that reads Dark Sparklez in order for me to obtain a championship match against Mac Bane or whomever is champ?? Then damn right I will wear that shirt and high five her, no matter if I like it or not…. Because if it means that down the road I can am a number one contender for that belt?? Then at least I know that I have done something right wouldn’t you agree?? ”

Willow is silent as Goth gets up

“I thought so…”

With that he walks off as the shot fades.

A stroll through memory lane.

2009

We are in New York, Manhattan to be precise. The headquarters of Goth’s wrestling company. The man overlooks the paperwork and smiles to himself for how the company has evolved. It was only a year ago when he bought the remainders of The Global wrestling Alliance after it closed the doors as he and Crazy J started their own. A group of young talented prospects of that old company has remained loyal, being handed an opportunity to shine and become household names… Something that they had been hoping for… an opportunity. His eyes are focused upon the paper work when there’s a knock on the door

”Enter.”

Says the man without taking his eyes off the papers, quickly grabbing his pen and signs on the dotted line to finalize something. He looks up and sees his wife standing there at the opening of the doorway, smiling at him as she is wearing a beautiful black dress. This causes him to lean backwards and smile at her

”Is it my birthday already??”

He says with a wicked smile, causing her to shake her head while moving towards him. She places her hands upon the table while leaning forwards, never taking her eyes off him as she speaks.

”You promised me to take me out for dinner Gerrit, don’t tell me you already forgot??”

He smiles, he had indeed promised her to take her out for dinner. Something that they had not done often since he had become sole owner of the wrestling company. He regretted the falling out that he had with the man that once was a mortal enemy of his. But that was behind him now and he had to move on, he looked at her and gazed into the beautiful blue eyes.

”Of course I have not forgotten Chantal, hell I have even booked the entire restaurant for ourselves.”

He looks up at her, admiring the smile that emerges after hearing the romantic gesture he had made. He had done this in the past, he hated having fans come up to them during romantic dinners.

”But I need to finish these papers. I….”

His words vanish when she places a kiss on his lips and winks towards him before she turns around and moves towards the door. He looks at her moving her hips from left to right. She knew that he was watching and loved to put on a show for him. Reaching the doorway she stops and turns her head towards him.

”Just make sure you don’t keep me waiting.”

She giggles as she walks away from the doorway, he shakes his head laughing before turning his gaze towards the paperwork

”I hate this job.”

He says with a sigh, he didn’t really mean it. But he was a wrestler in his heart and soul. He hadn’t expected GWA to suddenly close their doors after such a long tenure. He had seen legends come and go, Hall of Famers crowned and championship matches decided by an instant of a second. But when Al Cohol and Grinder came to him, asking if he wanted to take over the company he knew he could not refuse. He had been a constant factor in their company, often being referred as the backbone of the company and re inforcer of the stables that the bosses had built to dominate the competition. But he had to admit there were some nights when he could not sleep that he had doubts whether he had made the right decision.

”Of course I have made the right decision.”

And yet he couldn’t lose the thought, he looks over towards the wall where allt he championship belts he has won are behind glass. Besides the championship belts are pictures and dates of when he had won the belts and from whom, he always had a thing for keeping track of his achievements inside the ring, something he lived for. But now? Now it was merely a long forgotten memory from a career that was long behind him. He signed the final piece of paper before looking on his expensive watch.

”Hmmm, I better get dressed. I don’t want Chantal to be late.”

He laughs, he walks over towards his private bathroom, taking off the sweaty shirt and throws it down on the floor without looking back at it. He splashes his face with cold water for a few times before looking up at the mirror in front of him. His dark brown eyes gazes at himself in the reflection. But sees his old self in the reflection as this causes him to startle. He takes a few steps backwards, a clear hesitant look on his face emerges as he looks around to see whether he is on Candid Camera or not.

”this can’t be right!!”

He says with a shocked look on his face, it takes him a few moments to calm down before walking over towards the mirror once more. This time he sees himself, not sure whether he is happy he has not lost his mind or not. He to this very day still loves to lace his boots and get back into the ring, but now he knows he simply can’t. He starts to shake his head while his hands grip tight at the bathroom sink.

”No, I can’t…”

The words are less confident as he had hoped they would be, trying to convince himself that he has got nothing to prove by dominating this company like he has done with so many others.

“I never understood how you had resisted these urges for so long Al”

He whispers, referring to one of the two owners of the GWA. The man that had become more than a mentor, but also a friend. He remembers how Al Cohol once told him that he never felt the need to return to compete full time. Those words were to this very day mindblowing to Goth, because there was nothing more than he would rather do. And yet….

“No, I cannot let these words get to me.”

But he knew that it was futile to try to convince himself differently. The only thing that withstood him from being a full time wrestler once again was the promise that he had made. The promise to follow in the footsteps of his previous bosses, but taking everything into a new direction. He had to admit that he got a kick out of seeing all these young guns compete and win championships. It just wasn’t the same as competing yourself.

His eyes travels towards the championship belts, normally he would ultimately end up with all the world titles he had won. But this time his eyes stopped at the first championship belt that he had won….

“Fang….”

He mutters as his thoughts races back to the night they became tag team champions for the very first time. Him and Fang were known as the young workhorses of the company. He chuckles as he remembers the night they won the tag titles.

“We sure shrowed them didn’t we Jonathan??”

His words fade into the void as there is nobody around him to answer. Reluctantly he lowers his face while reaching for a towel. He dries his face before doing the same with his hair, he looks up t the mirror once more as he sees the old and tired face that is his.

“Jonathan….”

His tag team partner during their days being the Dark Enforcers, a time that he has been yearning for quite some time. He remembered to being named tag team of the year in their first year together. He was proud of that achievement as neither men anywhere near main event level and found a bond with each other as both men vowed to be the very best tag team in the company, even though they both knew they nowhere near that level.

“And yet we succeeded din’t we Jonathan??”

There’s a long pause as if Goth expected his former tag team partner to walk out towards him with an answer. He was smiling, Fang was one of the names that jumped to the opportunity that he was presented to him by his own best friend. Actually winning the world title, a level that he had been dreaming of for many years. Goth was backstage, watching through the curtains of the arena as he witnessed his friend winning the big one. Both men had hugged backstage as neither men spoke for several words. A feeling that he was proud off.

“It just shows you that never giving up pays off eventually….”

But for some reason instead of feeling pride and gratitude he felt sadness.

“And yet, what if??”

What if?? He always saw himself as the measuring stick, something he had blamed the former owners for since his retirement came all so sudden. He had wanted to retire on his own merits, he had felt that this retirement was forced down his throat and he didn’t liked it. He actually had plans to retire, but he wanted that final run of dominance that the world had not seen for quite some time. He wanted to break records, he wanted to win awards. He…

“I know I can’t..”

His hands finally let go off the bathroom sink, he slowly turns around and grabs a towel as he dries his hair in the process. He drops down in his seat and lets the towel rest across his shoulders while staring at the championship belts once more, they were shining just as much after all these years. He took pride in keeping the belts in tip top shape as he enjoyed watching them for many hours a time.

“Maybe one day I can add some more gold to my collection. But for now? I just have to accept facts and take pride in terrorizing the youth, only to make them become better wrestlers… ”

A satisfied smile emerges upon his face, he knew that it would take them a long time to get even close to the level that he thrived himself to reach every single day during his career.

“I guess I could find something positive in being the boss anyway.”

He says with a sickening smile as the shot slowly fades.


A second chance

“Fang, The Original Baller, James Weck, Bill Barnhart,  Brother Grimm”

There’s a moment of silence.

”Names of people that I have held tag team titles with, names of people that were known to be singles competitors, who did not have a feel for tag team wresting…. And we succeeded beyond even their own wildest dreams…. ”

 A soft sigh can be heard from the man that once again shall be teaming up with Mercedes Vargas to take on the seemingly unbeatable team of Austin James Mercer and Tempest.

”I know I took the pin, I know that I was the one that took the loss. I know that there will be whispers in the shadows that will tell the world that me and Mercedes do not deserve to receive another title shot… and I must admit, they could be right.”

He closes his eyes, dark circles of shadow surrounds his face from a certain angle from the lightning that shines upon him. a strand of hair falls before his left eye as the aging face of a wrestling warrior whose stories are told.

”Luckily I do not consume myself too much with what others think. I prefer to prioritize the judging words of the one person that knows me the best… ME”

He sighs, running his hand through his hair until it is on top of his head. Keeping his long hair away from his face as the concern is visible for the watchful eye to behold.

”Nobody needs to tell me we failed… that I was the reason why Mercedes and I aren’t the newly crowned champions of this company. And where did it go wrong?? It’s quite simple isn’t it?? The educational guess of the constant professional tells me that I took my eye off the ball for one single moment… One damn moment..”

He bites his lower lip, turning his face sideways as he does not want to confront the camera. The agony can be read from the battle scars, a man that was used to win a lot and now??

”Do I walk away from my responsibilities? Never have, that’s not me. I can talk a good game, I could try to find a spin off universe that would tell differently… but that would not change the outcome of the tale that everyone has witnessed on High Stakes…. And yet here we are, once more. You can tell that there’s someone with a cruel intention upon his own sickening mind. Wanting to revisit the beating that both me and Mercedes took…. And there’s no denying to tell the exact truth… we took more than that we dished out… Something that we knew would happen, yet we are both of a caliber athlete that would not dictate us…. Because that would cause fear and doubt to take over…. We prefer to have our opinions to either take control or….”

There’s a moment of silence as he lowers his gaze

”Or have others convince us differently… As we all know the outcome of that tale don’t we??”

A dark look on his face emerges, clearly the loss has been on his mind ever since High Stakes. He remembers his return to the company, beating Caleb Storms and it was followed up by beating then World Champion Mark Cross in a non-title match. He had the believe that it would onloy take time for him before challenging the champion for the gold once more… as if all the years had not passed. But he had a rude awakening ever since… It perhaps caused him to stand on his own two feet once more.

”I….”

There’s a moment of doubt creeping upon him, turning his face away from the camera as he chews on the inside of his cheek. Closing the eye shut that is directed towards the camera as he quickly wipes away the beginning of a tear.

”Forgive me, I have become a sentimental fool ever since I have become a partent. I had to learn, no… I had to be educated to be a parent. Luckily that my wife was as patient as my wife and the mother of my child as she has been as my manager. Because if it wasn’t for her…, I would have not been here as a competitor or even a parent.”
   
There’s a small smile slowly emerging upon his face.

”Just imagine, the man that started off as the Bringer of Chaos, The King of Kings…, the Gothfather and even more incarnations that I have forgotten ultimately became DAD. The three letter word that I am the most proud off…. And all is to be blamed by the woman that opened up her heart to me…. ”

He growls as an agonizing pain comes over him.

”And yet nothing is going to bring her back… Something that had caused me to give up on everything in this world… I did not smile anymore, I drank away all the misery and pain… and it took another love to get my back on track…. To finally become proud of myself once more.”
His dark eyes stare into the camera, misery can be read from his face as the agony is clearly visible

”And the only thing that was left in my life that had been yearning for closure was to return to the ring. To compete for a final time, because my son never saw me compete… To show him WHY the name Goth was revered by so many… and I had hope.”

Goth repeats the word “Hope” in a whisper as the memory of the mixed tag title match flies through his mind.

”I applaud you Austin, I applaud you and Tempest for the victory over me and Mercedes. But mostly I applaud you, you saw an opening and took advantage to end it all. I had to admit, it caused me some sleepless nights. Not because I felt it was unfair, because how can a clean victory be unfair?? But you know that I am a competitor… or how you to terminalized it as a warrior. And for warriors the only thing that matters is victory… success and adoration. And I can tell that you and I share a common thing in our profession. We both want to be the very best… and I guess you proved to me at that given moment that you were the better man.”

“It has taken many years to come to terms with my career that I am no longer the dominant male. No more the borderline desire to satisfy my needs with gold… But does that mean I don’t want to win anymore???”

 A sinister smile reveals the answer to that question as he shakes his head.

”I saw you and Tempest raise those title belts Austin and there were a few things that I noticed. One of them was the many memories I have had sharing the honour of being a tag team champion with your partner. Many prefer to be a singles champion, because many do not want to share responsibilities with others. Because for whatever reason… whereas I cherish the moment to share thoughts, ideas and driving up and down the road together and bond. And with the names that I have mentioned at the start tells enough does it??”

“And yet….”

He scowls, the anger is taking over from him as he slowly rises his hands towards his face and breaths deeply into the palms.

”I’m sorry, please forgive me if I cannot keep up the nice words of respect. Not that I loathe either of you, but I am a competitor and I always see the negative in everything… even if your victory has got seemingly nothing negative to mention. And yet, seemingly is only a warm blanket that covers your mind in a cold winter night. Because the victory celebration told me enough. It told me that me and Mercedes did things to you that none of the other teams could have done… Whereas in the past either the Bombshells or the superstars could manage to get some offence in on one of the two of you… it was US that did not give up, it was US that could not be taken down…. Until….”

He bites his lower lip before shaking his head with authority

”No.., I cannot allow it to take control over me just yet. Because there was something more that I noticed. I noticed relief, I noticed the realization that Tempest ran over towards you with the knowing look on her face that IT COULD have gone either way Austin. I wonder whether you see it that way… or are you merely gloating over the fact that you could have edged another notch upon your belt?? And upon the other end I could not do anything else but nod my head, as I have done the same thing in the past oh so many times.”

“But I am just that kind of man that takes that sight and make it my own Austin. Forgive me if I direct my attention so personally towards you my friend, but that’s just the fact that YOU beat me. I woke up the morning after, I saw you hold that belt and took it personally because I let my team down. MY TEAM!! Oh yeah, I remember the criticism that we aren’t a team, that we are two separate wrestlers that could not be a team. And I have to admit, that was a smart move from your part Austin. Because I took that personally, whereas I should have done the same thing like I did with Fang, with Original Baller, James Weck and yes, even the man that is the current Roulette Champion Bill Barnhart and Brother Grimm. And all I wanted to do is to prove a point, whereas I should just have laughed and move on… Because I have a partner that knows it all just like me… And I didn’t…. Touché Austin, you got me there.”

“But I saw the doubt, I saw how quickly Tempest wanted to eradicate the outcome of the match and move on to the next open challenge. Nah ah my precious, the realization is upon each and every other person’s mind that there is something special happening. The doubt is upon them also, the doubt that who should be the tag team champions in the near future…. You two, or the legendary status of two names that used to be great.“

He slowly turns his hands into fists before dropping his arms besides his body.

”I am glad me and Mercedes got this opportunjity to once again challenge the two of you for the gold… And I cannot speak for Mercedes, but knowing her I am sure that she feels the same. Because I need to know, I need to know whether I can beat you Austin and you Tempest. And I know I cannot put a finger upon you Tempest, But getting face to face with yours truly in an attempt to intimidate me is a weakness that a clueless individual would make. Because I have been in the ring with the very BEST and you are not even coming close to that terminology and you know why?? Because you are at the beginning of a seemingly IMPRESSIVE career. But the sole problem to it all is that after like six months you demand to have everyone kiss your ass.”

“Seriously?? Is that what drives you both?? I hope that isn’t the case, because if that is the situation then at least I am gratified that the better champion pinned the challenger… even if it was yours truly… I hope you are wiser than that Austin… Because it would make me even more gratified IF the roles will be altered and yours truly pins the right champion”

His eyes show determination, the lines around his eyes show that he has not had much of sleep as of late.

”If I once again get pinned I will be able to live with it Austin. Because at least you are a man of respect, I would bow down and move away with grace and dignity. Perhaps one day I could issue an one on one confrontation in the coming year.”

“But until that moment comes I want to take home that championship belt, ji want to give it the dignity that it deserves. The honour and prestige that it has been given by the two of you…. Or at least one of them as I am not so sure anymore by your partner. Forgive me for the disrespectful words of an elderly man, but then again… Are you capable to tell me I am wrong?? Because I know you are someone that soaks up every single word of the veterans that came before you… Not because you feel the same way, but because you will want to use it to improve your wrestling career isn’t it??”

“I just cannot walk away from this line of sports Austin. I cannot walk away knowing that I had one more run left in me, knowing that I can once again place myself in the same breath as greats as J2H, Mikah, Gabriel, Drake Green and yes perhaps even you. But I need to know, because when that day comes…. I have had to have held that championship belt and raise it high above my head and tell the world I have completed my task. No longer are your words my driving force Austin.. It’s my desire, my anticipated and desired goal in life for that is why I came back. Not because I wanted to be a nostalgia pop, but solely because I know there are still championship belts waiting for my name to be etched upon a golden plate waiting for me… And it will all begin with the Mixed Tag Team Championships alongside Mercedes Vargas..”

Goth stares at the camera as it slowly fades

June 20th 2021

Father’s day

It’s 4 am in the morning, Goth is in his bed cuddling with his girlfriend who with his son had been given the green light to visit him this weekend to celebrate Father’s Day. Goth has her head draped across his chest as he feels her soft breathing while her hair has sprawled across his chest. He had to admit that he had missed these moments with her and was thankful that she was able to visit him with his son Gerrit Jr. He brushes his fingers through her long black hair as she is softly snoring, making him smile as he watches her intently. He turns his head towards the alarm clock and sighs

“4 am?? I will be a wreck in the morning”

He turns his gaze back to Melissa, who is still sleeping. He thinks back to them arriving to the hotel, his son immediately jumping into his arms after final checks. He smiles as he thinks back to the phone call he had with Melissa the day prior, telling him that Gerrit could not wait to be with his father and hand him his special father’s day gift. A day that meant more to his son than to him for a very long time, feeling ashamed for the years that he has been dealing with alcohol addiction after Sapphira had died. The thought caused his heart to miss a beat as he cringes for a moment before letting out a sigh.

“How long has it been??”

He asks himself in a soft whisper, not even realizing that he talked out loud. He refers to the moment that he decided to throw away the bottle and sober up, realizing that if it wasn’t for his son and his girlfriend that he would have been dead by now. Something that he sometimes wondered whether he deserved a second chance or not, since he had been an emotional mess and had hurt so many people. Mostly his own son, remembering the excuses he came up to leave the house so he could drink. It’s how he had met his girlfriend, who he had hired to babysit his son. Something he had felt ashamed for a very long time, ashamed that he would ever have feelings for someone else but his deceased wife, the fact that Melissa was so much younger than him. But mostly because he was afraid of how his son would feel about it. This had caused him to lock himself up into his own room, convincing himself that these feelings that he was experiencing would go away eventually as he was ashamed of himself.

“Sweetie??”

He curses to himself, wondering what he had done that caused her to wake up. But it’s like as if she had a seventh sense,  she somehow always knew when something was wrong.

“It’s nothing Melissa, I…”

I mentally sighed, I could sense her eyes protruding  towards me, she doesn’t believe a word that I was saying. I feel her hand touching my chest as her head slowly rises up towards mine as she leans upon her other arm. I stare at her as I can clearly see the outlines of her figure even without any light shining upon her.

“You don’t want me to kick your ass do you??”

I can tell she is grinning, but there’s a sign of concern. For a moment I am quiet, staring into the darkness as I finally speak.

“It’s just….,”

I swallow for a few moments, inhaling deeply as I am desperately attempting not to cry. I don’t even know why, she has seen me in even more vulnerable states of my existence for me to be embarrassed for anything. And yet here I am, fighting to let out the words that are so easily spoken back when I confronted numerous opponents. But with me opening up to the one I love, for some reason it’s the hardest thing I have ever done.

“I was worried you two wouldn’t show up this weekend, I…”

She slowly extends her arm towards the bedstand next to her, turning on the light switch next to her before turning her gaze back to me.

“Why were you so worried?? We both wanted to spent time with you so much”

Her smile warms my heart, I exhale with relief. I knew that this was so true, yet for some reason after resigning with SCW and being on the road for a couple of shows trembled me. It caused fear to overwhelm me, being alone on the road for the first time in many years…. Worried I would fall back into old habits.

“I have had some moments that I was tempted to fall back to old habits and seeing everything is almost being taped these days. I……”

She places a finger upon my lip and shakes her head, this causes me to be silent for a moment as she follows it up with a kiss to my cheek.

“I know you have been tempted Gerrit, but I also know you have resisted the urges. And let’s be honest, you will have to fight these demons every single day for the rest of your life. But if there’s anyone that I know that will never back down from a fight it sure as hell is you”

I smile, her gaze is upon me with so much love and tenderness that it melts my heart. I lean in to kiss her as I close my eyes, the kiss only lasts for a few seconds but to me it lasts an eternity before I pull back and look back at her with a look of relief. When I suddenly pull back in disbelief.

“What’s the matter hun??”

I’m in shock, as my eyes either deceive me or allow me to stare into the beautiful face of my deceased wife. This causes my body to react with so many different emotions, emotions of love, desire, fear and disbelief. Sweat is pouring from my face as I am incapable of saying or doing anything but stare in amazement. After a few seconds I close and reopen my eyes as I see Melissa once more with a concern look on her face.

“Gerrit???”

I look around, not sure what has happened. This was the first time that I could remember of having the face of my dead wife stare me in the eyes as of she was here, it caused me to get upset. I quickly sit up and place my hands upon my face as I lower it to hide the shock, realizing that it was foolish as Melissa had been staring at it for seemingly an eternity.

“Gerrit?? What’s wrong??”

This can’t be happening to me I hear myself think, thoughts racing through my head as I wonder whether I have drank something that I shouldn’t have, because this can’t be happening to me.

“Gerrit?? You start to scare me”

I snap out of my thoughts, realizing that I am not alone and my girlfriend who I love is next to me worried. I stare at her, I feel her fingers touch my shoulder as that normally would have relaxed me in the past. But now it is a cause of me reminding all of those lovely moments that I had spent with Sapphira…. Feeling a sensation of guilt and shame come over me because I am with Melissa now. I inhale a few more times before slowly feel ready to speak.

“I saw Sapphira after I reopened my eyes.. It…. it startled me”

I turn away my gaze as I look down to the bedsheets and my arms that are now seemingly lifeless on top of it. I feel as if my life essence has been sucked out of me and every possible sound that had been around us has been drowned into a void.

“It’s ok sweetie, I am sure that you are just very tired”.

I can tell that she was looking for an answer, not believing her own words as much as I am. But it sounds explainable as I shake my head in agreement. I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer to me as we both lay on the bed while listening to our own breathing.

“She must have been a wonderful person”

Tears are now flowing from my eyes, unable to resist the pain that I have not felt for quite some time. Causing me to think whether I did wrong to neglect all of those memories from her. Wondering whether it would be fair to Melissa.

“Yes, she was”

There’s a moment of silence between us, as if we are both looking for something to say.

“In so many ways, so are you”

She looks up at me with a smile on her face, I can tell she needed to hear this from me.

“Did you know that both of you have saved my life when I was at the lowest of low??”

She raises an eyebrow.

She shakes her head no, of course she hadn’t as I had never told anyone about this…. Except for my mother, but she had died many years ago.

“I was a problem child when I was young, my parents couldn’t contain me. And back then I hated them for it, but I realize now that it was the only thing that they could have done”

I stare at the ceiling for a few seconds, allowing some dark memories pass across my eyes before I start to talk again.

“I was a stupid kid, I wanted to show the world and mostly my parents that I didn’t need anyone… I sure as hell convinced myself every single day that I didn’t needed them. Ultimately I got kicked out of several foster families, ended up on the streets and me the wrong people. Ultimately the ones that I thought were my friends caused me to end up in jail”

Her eyes are staring at me as I allow her to a side of me that not even my old friends from GWA or even before that even knew. The time and era I was ashamed off, something that I have hidden from the world for at least 20 years.

“And of course I believed that I could take on the entire world, started fights as I wanted to start a reputation. A reputation that I would kick your ass by just looking funny at me. All I wanted to establish was a reputation so people would leave me alone, where in reality I was afraid. Especially in the beginning”

I get chills thinking back at the day where I was attacked by gangs, used by others. I spent almost as much time in the prison hospital than I spend in my own cell from all the beatings that I took.

“It got so bad that in the end I didn’t cared anymore, I started to fight every single day and if I made it through the day then I had a good day. I caught the attention of one of the gang leaders and, well let’s say they gave me an offer I could not refuse.”

I smile hesitantly, I never liked to be in a gang. But I realized that at least I had people watch my back as I watched theirs.

“It was also where I met her”

She raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“I thought they sperated men from women in prisons??”

I smile and nod

“They did, but she wasn’t an inmate”

This caused her interest to be raised even more

“Was she one of the prison guards??”

I laugh at the question she asked me, causing her to poke my arm.

“Meanie”

I put up my hands in a mock attempt to protect myself from the “beating” she gave me.

She was one of the nurses that took care of me at the last time I was there. She told me I was either very stupid to be stuck there for the millionth time, or that I was very desperate to make an impression on one of the nurses who worked there”

I smile, remembering how much I loved her attitude, straight to the point and a confidence that attracted my attention early on.

“And did you???”

She winks at me, clearly enjoying to hear from me and Sapphira.

“Oh sure, I just told every single bully to beat me up so I could spend time with the nurse with he attitude. But no, we just started to talk and we got to know each other a bit better and ultimately we fell in love”

“Aww…., such a beautiful love story”

She mocks me as she knows how much I hate those romantic movies that she forces me to watch when there’s nothing else on television. I start to tickle her as that causes her to giggle out loud.

“Please stop!!!”

I tickle her a bit more before we kiss

“Are you going to tell me more???”

I smile as I kiss her on the lips and turn off the light on her end

“Soon sweetheart, or else I would be needing several weeks to tell you everything”

She growls at me playfully, but in the end she nods her head as we both fall asleep. At least that’s what I know she did, because after an hour or so I woke up and found myself staring at the ceiling once more as memories came back to me.

Memory lapse part one,

June 5th 2000

Utrecht, Netherlands

It was the day that the man that would later become Goth was freed from his final stay in prison. A man that many had told him that he would be back within weeks, some would even joke that he would be back in 24 hours. Something that Gerrit van der Krift would have agreed upon in the past as his life had no purpose, but things have changed.

“Going somewhere handsome??”

His eyes turn towards the sound, where we see a beautiful young woman stand in front of her car. She has long blonde hair, wearing tight blue jeans and a low cut shirt that fit perfectly around her curves. The two grin as he walks over towards her and the two kiss. Wrapping his hands around her waist as they hug for a few moments.

“What took you so long?”

He asked as he winks towards her, causing her to punch his chest playfully. She grabs his bag from his shoulder and places it in the backseat of the car as he walks over to the passenger’s side of the car. The two enter the car as she turns the key and stares at him.

“So where do you want to go??”

The words are being processed inside his brain for a few seconds, causing him to think back to the long talks they have had back in the prison. About building a future together where he wouldn’t fall back upon his past mistakes of crime. He raises his hands towards his hair and pushes it back as he lets out a long sigh.

“Even though I have always wanted to stay here in the Netherlands, I know I must leave. If I stay here I am positive I will either be back in jail or….”

He closes his eyes as he does not want to mention the fact that he would not survive his past life for much longer.

“I want to start over in the US Sapphy”

He says as he mentions her nickname he had given her after a few days getting to know her, he knew she wasn’t a big fan of it but she allowed him to use it as she had a few of her own for him.

“Okay, the US it is… and what do you….”

“I want to fight Sapphy”

This causes her to be quiet for a few moments as she stares at him in disbelief.

“You want to fight?? Doing exactly what you have been doing to survive on the streets or even over there??”

She says while pointing at the prison that he exited from a few moments, he gazes towards the walls of his hell that he had endured for he cannot remember for how many years.

“I don’t mean fighting to the death, I…”

“Oh and what do you mean with fighting?? Because last time I checked, with fighting you can get hurt!!!”

He turns his face towards hers, staring at her angered face that also shows a sign of concern. This was clearly not the conversation she had expected to have moments after him being freed from his imprisonment.

“Look, if I was the type of guy that would have an office job to work 9 to 5, then I would have bought an outfit with a tie and go for a job interview. But we both know that I am not that type of man that would last long at a job like that don’t we???”

She stares at him, letting his words sink in for a few moments as she slowly comes to the conclusion that he was right.

“Maybe, but isn’t there anything else that you want to do than to go boxing? Or any other type of sports where you get beat up???”

She says with love in her eyes, the love that had made me drown into over and over again every time she had put that gaze upon me. I shake my head as I chuckle, causing her to raise an eyebrow.

“What’s so funny??”

I let out a sigh, looking down at my hands for a few moments before turning my gaze back at her once more.

“You must know that I have been through this talk a million times over the past weeks leading up to this day, trying to convince you that my idea is nothing you need to worry about”

She remains silent for a few seconds before answering

“And how did that go hot shot??’


“And how did those talks go??”

“…..”

“Well Gerrit??”

He knew she wouldn’t like what he was going to suggest, she hated to see him beaten up by others in jail. She often had confessed to him that he needed to get out and start all over again and do something that would not get him killed. He had promised her that he would think about his future and had tried his best to find something that he felt comfortable with. He knew that if he would tell her this that she would not believe him, at least not after his revelation that she had to endure a few moments ago. But his interest had caught him to pro wrestling when a television aired a wrestling match from Japan. It made him realize that he was good at fighting and if he had learned to master the art of pro wrestling, that he would be able to make a name for himself. He never backed off from a confrontation, he had to admit to himself that he welcomed it.

“WELL??!!!!”

That caused me to snap out of my thoughts, inwardly smirking that there is one confrontation that he preferred to avoid… but now he has no choice and go on with it to convince her differently.

“Ever heard of pro wrestling??”

She raises an eyebrow.

“You mean those big guys in a boxing ring and entertain crowds??? Is that what you want to do???”

I can tell that this wasn’t the answer that she was expecting me to give her, clearly she had assumed that I wanted to start boxing, kickboxing, perhaps some illegal street fights that you can earn a lot of money with. But not this.

“Do you want to turn yourself into a steroid freak, put on pink tights and kiss babies?? YOU HATE BABIES!!!”

Inwardly I am laughing, to see her change herself from assuming that I would become a respectable man with a 9 to 5 job to assuming that I would be turning into someone that fights with a clown like persona that children would adore.

“You know what?? This talk is going to be much easier than I have expected it would have been”

To be continued.

“June 20th 2021”

“Happy Valentine dad!!!”

Screams out my son as he had ran into the bedroom, causing me to wake up.

“Ugh…, thanks Gerrit…, but how late is it??”

“7 am handsome”

Says Melissa as she stands in the door opening of our bedroom, clearly she had gotten out without me knowing it. Giving me a smirk that tells me that she and my son had this planned all along.

“You two are evil”

I say laughing as Gerrit jr, was starting to jump around the bed as Melissa is using her cell phone to taping me and my son having a moment of fun.

“Yes people on Facebook this is the dreadful Goth with his son in a battle of the ages!! We want to wish you all a happy fathers day!!!”

All three of us are laughing as I allow my son to get the upper hand on me, even locking his own version of the Gothic Dream one me as I am willingly to tap out while having it being aired live on social media.

“I hope this didn’t ruined your chances to have a successful wrestling return dear”

This causes me to laugh as I toss my son over on his back and put him in a tickle fight that he had submitted to rather quickly.

A few hours later we see the threesome eating at a breakfast table that Melissa had prepared for them. Goth had received a new cell phone from them as he had been complaining about the lack of updates of his old Iphone would no longer be downloaded. He had been often teased by his son that he was clearly an example of being an old timer. Deeply Goth had to admit that he sometimes wished back to the days of classic Nokia phones that had ruled the cell phone market back in the good old days as he had always liked to say. It made him also realize how old he has become as neither his son or his girlfriend were even born back in that era.

“So dad, what was that gift you had promised me the last time that we talked??”

I smile, I knew that Gerrit Jr, would ask about what I had promised him. Hell in the weeks between the first show that I was on and the next that I will be at soon he had been asking me nearly every single day.

“I thought it was father’s day today?? Not how to spoil my son day”

All three laugh for a moment before Goth looks over towards Melissa as she nods her head, he grabs a bag and hands it over towards his son who grabs it with excitement in his eyes. He quickly opens the bag and pulls out…

“Oh wow!!! An Amber Ryan shirt!!!”

Goth chuckles while staring at the look on his sons face.

“Even better son, she even signed the shirt”

He looks at his son’s eyes widen beyond imagination as he sees a signature from the Bombshell champion in classic Amber Ryan fashion. This causes him to put it on with a look of pride on his face.

“I think I will have to throw him under the shower if I want to have an opportunity to wash that shirt”

Says Melissa, causing all three to laugh out loud as Goth receives a call

“Hello??”

He listens to the voice on the other end of the phone, his eyes suddenly widen as he clearly has gotten some interesting news.

“Thank you Chris, appreciate it. I will see you next week”

He places the new phone on the table as he has four eyes stare at him.

“What??”

Melissa rolls her eyes in clear annoyance

“What was the news Einstein??”

Goth chuckles as he wipes his mouth with a napkin before staring at them as they look back at him.

“I am booked in the Main Event next week on Climax Control”

“Awesome!! Against whom dad??”

Says his son, Goth stares at him before turning his gaze towards his girlfriend.

“I am facing the SCW world heavyweight champion Mark Cross”

His son jumps out of his seat in excitement, clearly not believing that he will be facing the world champion.

“In a non-title match son”

This causes his son to suddenly stop jumping and his look is a bit less excited, but still happy for him facing the top star in the company.

“Now I know they like a nostalgia pop Gerrit, but this is your second match after returning. Isn’t it a bit early to book you against someone like him??”

Goth takes a bite from his sandwich and nods his head to what his girlfriend

“I want to compete Melissa, it’s all that I have ever wanted since the first time that I set foot inside that wrestling ring. And whether it is Caleb Storms like last time or whether it is the world champion doesn’t matter to me. But I cannot deny the fact that I am going to enjoy this one”

“I bet mom would have wanted to be at ringside with you dad”

This causes Goth to smile and nod in silence.

Memory lapse part two

New York City, New York

May fifth, 2006

We see Goth on the phone with his mother after winning his first ever match in a top wrestling company that closed a few years later. He is sweating like crazy while leaning his back against the wall as tears of happiness is pouring from his face.

“I have made it mother, I finally have arrived in a company that has got faith in me…”

He listens to his mother reacting to him, causing him to nod his head in agreement forgetting that she cannot see him react to her that way.

“Mom, I…”

He sighs for a moment, struggling to find the correct words that he wants to say to the woman that gave birth to him. But also the woman that he had given so many painful memories to the point that she and his father kicked him out of their house.

“I know that you and dad have endured a lot when I was young to the point that you didn’t wanted to talk to me anymore….”

He says crying, but not out of sadness but out of joy

“But when Sapphy told me she had a surprise for me, I had not assumed that I would be able to hear your voice once again after all these years.”

The man is clearly overjoyed, already forgotten the match that he had won against someone whose name he has already forgotten. He had dropped to his knees in the corner of his locker room, clutching the phone tightly in his hands as if it is a gift that is truly priceless.

“How is dad??”

He closes his eyes and becomes silent for a few moment as he gets to hear the news for the very first time that his father had died a few months ago. Remembering every wonderful moment that he and his father had shared when he was a child, all the way to the moments that they could not stand each other when he was out of control.

“I’m sorry mom, I…”

So many things that he wanted to say right then and right there, but he is unable to say anything because of the pain and sadness that he is feeling. He stares at his left shoulder, where a picture of his parents is tattooed upon it and sighs. It was something he had done on the first day that he and Sapphira had come to the States. He wanted to have his parents close to him while being separated not only by an ocean, causing a stab in his heart to nearly break it.

“How??”

Is the word that he barely managed to whisper into the phone, hoping that his mother could have heard what he had asked. He slowly grabs a towel next to him as he places it in front of his face, trying to catch his tears into it while pretending to wipe off the sweat from his brow from the other wrestlers that were nobodies just like him. Not wanting to show emotions that he was experiencing right now, because he assumed that they would not understand. Telling himself that in the sports of wrestling that emotions would make you weak in the eyes of others, something that he had forgotten what it was back in the days of being locked up in jail took away his innocence. He bites his lower lip, cursing to himself inwardly for all the mistakes he had made. Blaming himself for all the suffering that his parents had endured and for the death of his father.

“Mom, if you ever need something from me.., anything. Just ask okay??”

He holds in his breath, fearing the rejection that he had endured in the past. Fearing that he would lose both of his parents and he knew he could not overcome such a great loss.

“Thanks mom”

 A smile reveals the relief that had come over him after his mother responded to him in a positive fashion. Causing him to rest his head against the wall and let her talk for a moment. The two exchange words of how much they loved each other before his mother told him that she was going to sleep. He turns off the phone as he looks down at the battered hands holding the phone as he thinks back. Not to the past when he was young, but to the match he had won. Facing Brandon Idol in a singles match, he had known then that if he had lost that match that there would not have been any way back. His first match was against someone that was a veteran, he had butterflies in his stomach and tried too hard to showcase his ability. The next match was an imprompt tag team match, where he and someone he didn’t knew faced off former multi tag team champions in their prime. Clearly he knew that he was doomed, but he still went out and fought for all that he was worth. And then Brandon Idol.

“We have made it Sapphy, all because you believed in me”

He knew that he was talking to himself as his wife had already left the locker room as she was not allowed to be inside of it as other male superstars were in there as well. He knew that he had to work himself out of this predicament to earn himself his very own private locker room. Something that he knew that he would be achieving sooner than later. His breathing becomes slower and more constant as he has flashes of his match come before his eyes. Hitting Brandon with the Chaos ADDT. His finishing move a DDT that he had watched his hero Jake “The Snake” Roberts perform a million times when he was still in the Netherlands. He had celebrated his victory as if he had won the world title, yet only a handful of fans even gave him an applause. He knew that one day they will have to respect his work ethic and his drive to compete inside the ring. But beating Brandon Idol wasn’t the level of competition that he wanted to compete against.

“Fuck!!!”

He was angry, he remembered when he had made a rookie mistake by lowering his head too soon for a Back Body Drop. Giving his opponent the opening to deliver a swinging neck breaker as that caused him to fight through a few painful moments before getting the opportunity to mount a comeback. He knew that he could not make that same mistake against big time calibre wrestlers that dictated the landscape in the organization that he was in.

“I know I am better than this, I just need to prove it. I just don’t know how…”

Goth’s frustrations is growing, he had built up a reasonable name in the Indy Leagues that he assumed that some of his following would have followed over here in the big leagues. But he was wrong, he had to win their hearts all over again and do it quickly. None of these fans had ever seen him compete in the hardcore divisions where he had established the nickname of Bringer of Chaos, mostly because he had seen a level of violence in this organization that made his legacy look pale in comparison.

“I guess that’s what they meant for me to stop being childish, but I will show them next year when I enter the Psycho Circus”

The weeks prior to his signing he was invited to watch their show where 12 names competed inside an Elimination Hell in a Cell match. A match where two men wrestlers entered and every few minutes someone would enter with a weapon of its choosing until everyone is locked in…. only to have the match really get started and the last one standing becoming the world champion. That was the match where he would know that his legacy would have been cemented forever.

“I know I came to the right place, I know there won’t be any hand outs to help others out. Just the way I have always liked it”

His eyes slowly roam the locker room, where he see men walk around. Men in the same predicament like him, trying to establish their careers or others that wanted to revive something that was forgotten a long time ago. The stench of sweat caught his nose, making him realize that he had to get out of here, no matter what. He slowly grabs his stuff and leaves the locker room to go back to his cheap ass car that he and Sapphira had bought of the money that they had saved and drove off to the hotel where he would be able to shower.

Moments later

We see Goth resting on their hotel room bed, together with his wife Sapphira. Both are re-watching his match against Brandon Idol for seemingly the millionth time.

“I didn’t realized that the match wats this bad Sapphy”

His eyes are showing disappointment, worried about whether they would book him soon for a next card. He has always been critical about his matches, not often would he be proud of a match that he was in.

“I literally carried his ass for way too long, I should just have finished it then and there right after the bell.”

She smiles at him as his anger is boiling up

“What???”

She gently places a kiss upon his cheek

“You are cute when angry silly, you just have to realize that this was YOUR moment to shine and not everyone can have a grant entrance. But you need to kick ass and take names before any of these arrogant idiots will ever take you seriously. You want respect?? Earn it”

He smiles as he kisses his wife, he knew that she was right and that is exactly what he was intending to do.

Present day

Las Vegas, Nevada.

Goth can be seen sitting on a rooftop of a building somewhere on the edge of Las Vegas. Watching the outstretched desert to find some peace and quiet. Back in the days he couldn’t get enough from  the attention of the spotlights as he was addicted to it. But now? So many years later, so many things has changed in his life. Priorities has changed and even though he still love the business, he sure enjoyed a moment for himself and a bottle of water.

“I know what you people must be thinking, where’s the liquor Goth??”

He chuckles, taking a sip from the bottle of water in front of him. He adjusts the cowboy hat that he is wearing as the camera zooms out, showing him wearing a sleeveless shirt and black denim tights and matching black boots.

“Some of you old folks remember me wearing black and white face paint that would have resembled a skull. Oh gosh, the good old days. How often people confused me with someone that is actually a goth, having some of them even call me an emo as I was fake. I guess people are entitled to make some mistakes in their lives don’t they?? I sure as hell know I have made plenty of them… and yet, here I am”

He slowly tips the hat a bit more over his eyes as the sun is slowly falling down in the west, causing the lights to shine into his eyes.

“People assumed that I wanted one more match, wake up the next day and then realized that I should have stayed retired and never come back again”

He chuckles

“And I have to admit, the thought had slipped my mind for a few days after feeling the effect my body was having after the match. But I knew I had made the right decision to come back, but not to be a nostalgia pop….. I want to make things right”

He closes his eyes for a few moments and sighs, taking out a picture of his dead wife out of his wallet as he stares at it with a look of sadness.

“My last stay in this company was the darkest page in my entire life, hell I just wanted to escape my anger and had a reason to be angry to everyone but myself. Just grab a bottle of alcohol every single night until I had to compete in that six sided ring. And boy did I fucked up big time huh??”

He grinds his teeth while his gaze remains focused upon the picture of the woman that he had professed his love for so many years, only to have lost her in such a painful way.

“I wanted to run away from my responsibilities, I wanted to run away from the fact that I was a father to my son. I wanted to run away from the responsibilities of providing for a future for him and the only thing I cared about was drinking away my life. Because I did not wanted to feel anything but my own damn sorrow”

“I was selfish, hell I even started to do things I am ashamed off. All because I didn’t cared about anything else but my misery and where did it let me?? Having to relive all my past experiences in my life when I was young. Blaming everyone but me for the abandonment that I had felt…, but the only one that abandoned anyone was me. Hell I had a shot to get a title shot in the Blast From The Past tournament with one of the top women from London Underground…. And I even managed to blow that when Mackenzie Page walked off during a match because I was a mess. Resorting me to have a match where I just wanting nothing more than merely be reunited with you”

He rubs his fingers across the fabric of the picture of the smiling woman he had called his wife for so many years. The mother of their only son, causing a tear to slowly fall down his cheek.

“I was ashamed, ashamed of how I allowed my demons to take over as I blamed others for not stopping me to travel further that deep and ugly road of misery. I even blamed you Sapphy, because you weren’t there anymore”

“Something I feel ashamed for to this very day, I take this with me everywhere I go. Reminding myself after every AA meeting that I go to, solely to remind myself of how much I have changed…. But also what one moment of weakness can do to me. I am just grateful for having the love of those who do care and those who will guide me to the direction that I should be going forward for from now on. To enjoy life as well as meeting new people. Like you Mark”

He stares at the picture for a few more moments before putting it back inside his wallet next to a picture of his son and his girlfriend Melissa.

“I wonder if you know me merely by name as I am a former multi champion or a hall of famer, or have you actually been around to witness me when I was still an active wrestler?? Things happen don’t they when there’s an age difference more than a few years…, but I guess that’s part of life isn’t it?? To hand down a passing of the torch to a new crop of wrestlers that want to do the things you have done, but only better”

“Just like my son has been on my case for years to finally buy a new phone after wasting too much time on my Iphone 6s.”

He chuckles, realizing that his son was right. But he just liked to hang on to that what he knew and loved before ever replacing it with something else.

“I must admit, quite impressive how you have risen to the top of the game Mark, world champion. Facing those with who oppose you with a flair that makes me realize that you are one confident son of a gun aren’t you?? To do something that everyone dreams off, to do something so impressive that others can only dream off. I guess only the best can make a run like that isn’t it?? The question alone is, when will it end??”

“Oh I know this is the part where others will boast their ego, mentally beat their chests and tell the world that they will be the one that will stop you from dong the unthinkable. Just like Vinnie did a few weeks ago, quite an impressive speech he had about only to have to do something once. Whereas you MUST repeat the same feat every single time to hang on to the prestige of being the very best. I must make a mental note of that and remember never to repeat what a lunatic tells you what to do”

He turns his gaze towards the camera for a few moments, there is a smile emerging upon his face as he is relaxed. He takes a sip from the bottle of water before placing it back upon the ground next to him.

“Not quite the spot for wrestlers to do their promo’s I reckon, but then again what is?? Is it the repetitive interviews?? The training in the gym?? The walking down a mall and bump into someone and then ramble on like a mad man?? Ugh, if I had a dollar every time I was in a bar talking smack about my opponent while drinking myself to waste… I would have been a freaking millionaire. But you do not want to hear about yesterday’s past do you?? Oh no, I assume you want to hear about how I am going to defeat you. Wishing it was for the world title, because of how I am confident that I would take it away from you”

“Quite honestly, I only asked for a fight last week on social media. Never expecting to be confronted by a man that is being held in such high regard. In the past I would have been all over you, questioning whether you indeed are so great as you proclaim to be and equal to the greatness that was me…. The man that was addicted to be the very best, THE VERY BEST. And more often than not I succeeded where others may have failed. I wonder whether Mark and Chris were hoping to see my addiction resurface once more. Have me nearly taste the sweet taste of success and yearn for more. I sometimes put on an old promo of mine and admire how often I came away with all the things that I have said. Admiring my bravery and sometimes wonder whether I was daring or merely stupid to have gone that far.”

“And yet now that I get the opportunity to stare into the eyes of the man that holds THE championship belt around his waist, it makes me want to wonder…. How far I need to go to relive what I have done my entire life. And get a final farewell when I decide to step away one day, knowing that I have made an impact on a generation of those like yourself, Caleb Storms, hell even names like Austin James Mercer, Fenris and so many others. Because I am aware that the youth has the future, but one mistake and the future can turn into nothing more than a mere memory.. a whisper that fades into the nothingness like that”

He snaps his fingers to emphasize his words even more as he stares into the camera

“I knew that Caleb was a talented young prospect, a kid that one day can break through and obtain glory that he desires so much. But I could tell that he is just that, a talented prospect that is still wet behind the ears. A prospect that in his enthusiasm makes mistakes, something that I knew I would capitalize upon and strike when the moment comes to strike. But you? You are so much further than him, and that is a welcoming challenge. The fact that I am face to face with he very BEST that this company has got to offer. And knowing that I will walk away from that match a better man, a better wrestler than I have been in comparison to Caleb Storms. So ultimately, I will walk out that match a winner Mark… the question will be, will it be a winner with a chip on his shoulder that others have been unable to do so far?? Makes me wonder Mark, would that say more about you or about me???”

His eyes remain locked upon the camera, gone is the smile that he had earlier as he is concentrated to get his point across.

“I do not intend to lay down and play dead after five minutes so I can tell the world that I have stood toe to toe with Mark “The Dragon” Cross. Because if that were the case, I would have been off staying at home and be nothing more than a forgotten memory. A memory that has tarnished my career for way too long and I need to at least know that I am once again the man that they know as Goth”

“And who knows I may turn once more into the addict when I stand eye to eye with you, a man that will walk away still champion after this match no matter what the result will be. But we both know that you aren’t looking for a draw or a loss are you?? Oh no, you want to beat up a man that does not deserve to be in this spotlight. That does not belong in the main event after just one match against a kid that is far from the calibre that is the world heavyweight champion. The only problem is Mark, you have to accept the fact that I am that man that you will be facing in this non-title match. That I am that man that has forgotten more main event matches than you have ever been in period. But at least you will know and realize that I am far beyond the nostalgia that may just haunt you for the remainder of your career”

“I bet you have never been haunted by anything in your life haven’t you? Oh sure perhaps the simple thought of ever losing your first match in your impressive run may have ran across your mind once or twice. But you just shrug it off and move on don’t you?? I guess you never had to endure the pain and suffering that I have gone through and I am thankful that you have not Mark…. It changes you, it makes you become that you have dreaded. And the worst part of it Mark?? You have to carry it with you for the rest of your entire life. Because it’s not a light switch that you can turn on and off whenever it pleases you… it’s something I wake up with and go to sleep with. And every time I take a look at myself it makes me wonder, what I could have done to change everything. And all I could do is to take it all one step at a time to redeem myself”

“I am going to be honest Mark, I do not expect me to win like I did against Caleb. Is it wrong to be a realistic human being?? Nonetheless Mark, I intend to enter our match with the knowledge that you are just a human being Mark and human beings do make mistakes eventually. And I am not going to recite some words that a Mexican burrito with extra sauce constantly hammered you down your throat. But if you assume that I am going to be an easy victory on your record book… then you are sadly mistaken my friend.”

“Because I live to be inside that six sided ring, I live for the moment that I could show my son what he only has seen on old tapes or heard from stories of yesterday’s past. I am a living wrestling machine, that has perfected his craft throughout the years, all the way back to when I was just a simple fool who had gotten himself into trouble once more. Fighting to feed himself every single day, fighting to keep a dream alive of ever vanishing from the sad existence that was an excuse of his life. At a point where I could take care of my own mother in a way that I should have done all those years ago. And then to realize that there’s one more demon left that I need to overcome.”

“That demon is you Mark, oh no don’t get me wrong. It’s not you personally, because hell. I don’t even know you, oh no Mark. It’s YOU as memory of what I once was…. YOU that remind me of the filth that I had become, the filth that still to this very day tempt me to go back to the ways that I was. It’s YOU that personifies me to give up and just accept the fact that I am not that man anymore Mark…. That I should just grab for another bottle and walk away from that what I love the most.”

“And that wouldn’t be right now would it Mark?? A man event of two era’s of greatness, two era’s of men that have been on the top of the world either here or elsewhere. Two men that perform at the very best when the pressure is on and oh by God, I know the pressure is upon you since you have won that championship belt now has it not?? And if I do succeed by taking home a victory, be assured that one day I will collect on a debt that I need to collect to clench my existence Mark… who knows, I may even put back on the makeup that I did over a decade ago…. Not for the nostalgia, but to wipe off a memory from my brain and drown you with merely a percentage of the misery that I have gone through.”

“Because if fate grants me a victory over you by either pinfall, submission, disqualification or any other form of defeat upon your part. Be assured that I will gladly put back on that has granted success after success… and force you to relive exactly THAT what I have always known that I am still capable off. And all because Mark and Chris were hoping for a mere Nostalgia pop… I just hope that they can live with what they asked for, because they may just get that and more than that any of you could ever wish for… “

With that Goth turns his head back to the desert as the shot slowly fades to darkness.