Final Opportunity part one

The streets of Utrecht, Goth’s home town where he grew up as a young kid. Playing football on the school grounds with his friends all the way to dealing whatever people wanted as a teenager. Memories that give him a mixture of joy and sadness as he stands in front of the area that once was his school ground, but now has turned into a ground in front of a rather large apartment complex. He scowls at the ugliness of it all, but most importantly that it has taken any significant point of reminder of where he used to play.

He had fond memories of Miss Jansen, his first teacher that had seen any promise in him. Whereas others had taken his learning disability as a sign of him being a troublesome student. Nowadays they would send you towards a specialized school, where they give the kids more one on one teaching. Something that would have benefitted him if he was a youngster nowadays, but the wondering thoughts whether his willpower to survive would have stuck with him during this era of time.

He scratches the back of his neck, feeling his hair that he has tied up in a tail tickle the back of his hand. He lets out a sigh as he gives the area of what used to be his old school ground a final look before turning around and walks off. We hear the tapping of his shoes on the tiles underneath him. His long coat sways in the wind while having his hands inside the pockets of his pants, thinking about his best friend Jimmy that lived nearby.

He stops as he looks across the street, realizing that the houses on the other side of the street still look the same. Something that brings a smile upon his face as he remains standing there while continuing to stare.

“Hello sir…,”

Says a child that suddenly stands beside him, causing Goth to snap out of his thoughts when he looks down at the youngster. He assumes that the young boy is not older than a year or seven, making him wonder whether the parents still teach their children not to talk to strangers.

“Hello…, uhm… Your name is??”

Goth raises an eyebrow, amused to the look of purity on the young boys face. Making him remember how innocent his very own son sometimes looks. He slowly kneels in front of the young child, granting him a more of an eye to eye moment as he studies the youngster who is holding a yoyo in his hand. He smiles, remembering how much he had enjoyed playing with these things when he was at the boys age, but his looked so much better than the ones he once had.

“My name is Jimmy Sir…,”

Says the boy in his native language, causing Goth to smile. He still talks Dutch to this very day, but after 20 plus years living in the States has caused him to have an American accent. Even to the point where he has forgotten some Dutch words that caused some hilarious moments between him and Melissa.

“Jimmy huh?? I once had a friend named Jimmy.”

Goth says with a warm smile upon his face, no need to turn into his Goth persona, knowing that this youngster may not even know him. Something that at times could have been a burden to him when travelling around the world that know him primarily as Goth instead of Gerrit van der Krift. Neither identity that assumingly is known to this young kid.

He studies the young kid, noticing the outfit that he is wearing is similar to what he remembered the youth wore when he was at his age many years ago. Causing him to wonder whether poverty has struck certain areas of his beloved Utrecht. A thought that caused a pain to tense up in his chest as he attempts to withhold himself from shedding a tear.

It took him a few moments before turning his attention back to the young child, who looks at him with a puzzled look on his face as he asks Goth if he is alright.  Causing him to nod his head as he responds with a smile.

“I used to live here many years ago, but some parts has changed a lot throughout the years.”

The boy politely smiles, making Goth realizing that the neighbourhood has not changed much during his young life.

“I have to go, I promised my friend Gerrit that we would play  around.”

Goth smiles as he watches the kid run off, noticing that he is heading towards the same direction that he was heading to. His parents old house was just around the corner, wondering how much it may have changed throughout the years since his parents had moved to a different neighbourhood. But he discards the thought as he feels the wind blow into his face, causing him to close his long coat to protect him from the nasty feeling he is experiencing. Typical weather for early April in the Netherlands, how he had hated wind and rain throughout his youth.

The thought vanishes when he turns the corner, seeing the young boy standing in front of a fence where another boy is standing at on the other side. He watches them for a moment, smiling as it brings back memories from when he was younger. Remembering how different things were when he lived under a protective environment, causing him to grind his teeth at the memory of how he got involved with the wrong type of people.

He turns around, walks away from the laughing boys as his head lowers when thinking back at one of the darkest period in his life. Being caught dealing drugs when he had to prove his worth to the gang that tried to recruit him, being send out of his own home when he was mentally out of control. The memory of his mother crying at the court room when he was sentenced to jail sends chills down his spine, regretting all of the decisions he had made back then as he was so easily influenced by the wrong people.

“How stupid could I have been?”

He hissed through his teeth, not noticing the weird looks from people who were passing him as he walks towards the limo that brought him to this spot. The limo driver stands there waiting for him, already holding the door open for Goth so he can enter the limo as the driver closes the door behind him. Goth puts his hands in front of his face, trying to forget all the painful memories as he inhales deeply.

“Are you alrgith sir??”

Asks the limo driver, Goth groans as he gestures with his hand towards the limo driver to start driving. He mumbles towards the driver to bring him to his hotel after a minute or two, not wanting to discus his emotions as he grabs his phone and sends a message towards his psychiatrist, telling her that there is so much more that he wants to share with her.

He drops the phone beside him, noticing the phone starting to buzz beside him merely a second after. Leaning his head against the head stand of his seat, not wanting to respond to the phone call as tears are starting to flow down his cheeks as he starts to curs at himself through his hands. It takes him several moments before he regains some of his composure as he grabs a handkerchief and wipes the tears from his face, just moments before the limo stops in front of the hotel that he is staying.

“We are there sir, is there anything else I…”

But Goth has already stepped out of the limo, not even listening to the limo driver who cannot finish his sentence. Goth nods his head towards the hotel employee that stands outside while smoking a cigarette. Goth and Melissa have visited this hotel many times before as he enters the lobby and asks for the room key before walking towards the elevator. Still in thoughts as his thoughts travel back towards his first gang fight, remembering how he realized that he had to fight to survive every single day. Remembering how fast the promises of a wealthy life vanished right in front of his eyes, making him realize at a very young age that he had to toughen up real fast.

The door opens as he steps into the hallway, nodding his head to the cleaning lady that approaches him with her cleaning cart. He turns towards the corner and stops at the door as he slides the key into the slot as the door opens. He enters he hotel room, the same room they had stayed in the last few times he remembers. He places his coat across across the chair closest to the dining table as he walks over to the sofa. He drops down and leans back and lets out a long sigh.

“You alright sweetie??”

Asks Melissa as she walks into the hotel room, wrapping her arms across his chest as she kisses his cheek. He closes his eyes and enjoys the attention that his wife is giving him. He feels his body slowly start to become numb as he lets her hands caress his body as he softly whimpers.

“I had some bad memories from my gang time, how much I hurt my mother.”

He turns his face away from Melissa as he feels her arms wrap across his chest, she leans her head against his and gives him soft kisses against his cheek before she finally lets go and walks up to sit beside him. She grabs his hands as she patiently awaits for him to continue.

“I feel ashamed from all that has happened Melissa, ashamed for what I have put my parents through. And yet, I wonder whether I would have been at this point in my career if I had not endured all of his anguish. The fact that I toughened up in the streets as that has helped me during my in ring career. And…”

He stops before turning his attention towards her as he grabs her by the hand and gently squeezes it.

“I wouldn’t have met you…”

Melissa gives him a kind smile while rubbing the back of his hand with hers, gently letting her fingers roam across the skin of the twenty year plus veteran as he leans his head against her shoulder as the two share a moment of silence together.

“I once had been taught by an old teacher of mine that everything happens for a reason.”

Says Melissa suddenly, this causes Goth to look up at her with a serious look on his face. He grabs her hand and opens it in his as he caresses the palm of her hand.

“And I know that in a few weeks in one way or another you will alter the history of Sin City Wrestling.”

He looks into her eyes, noticing the love in her eyes as this brings a smile upon his face as he has forgotten the painful memories in an instant. He wraps his powerful arm around her head and lets her lean into him as he continues to caress her hand.

“I am going to enter that match without any doubt, any regret and accept whatever happens. I know I can beat Finn Whelan and so does he, it makes me want to prove to the world that I am going to do whatever it takes to walk away as the new Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight champion.”

He is silent for a moment, searching for the right words to say before he continues.

“I have been in Sin City Wrestling for over ten years now, I have held the most titles of all the male superstars of this company. I have held every single title that I could have held since my return except for this one.”

Another moment of silence before he turns his attention towards his wife.

“I am going to sweat and bleed, but I am not going to give up. Finn Whelan has to put a gun to my head if he wants to end my quest for that championship belt. I am going to enter this match knowing it could be my very last try, if I do not succeed so be it…. At least I know then that if that happens, that I will walk away with my head up high. Knowing that I will be back, at the side of the Lady Goth…”

The two smile as she grabs his hand and kisses his fingers.

“But that will have to wait for a little bit longer, because I want to see you bring home that championship belt babe.”

The two smile as he kisses her on the lips as the shot slowly fades.

The Final Stand. Rp 1

The shot opens up at one of the stairs that leads to the top of the Dom Tower, the highest tower in the entire city of Utrecht. We see a man walk up the stairs as he is wearing an Armani Suit along with matching black shoes, the shot pans out as we notice it to be Goth. He turns around as he heads over towards the plateau that tourists use to overlook the entire city before climbing all the way to the very top of the tower. Goth walks over towards the edge of the plateau, placing his hands upon the ledge as he leans forward and admires his very own city.

“Isn’t this an amazing sight??”

He says without taking a moment from gazing down upon the many houses and surroundings of the ancient city of Utrecht. Taking in the scenery before he nods his head and turns around. He gazes past the camera crew whom close in towards him as his hands nervously tap across the ledge of the plateau.

“You may ask yourself why in the hell did you go back towards your home town of Utrecht of my home country of the Netherlands? And it’s quite simple, I am taking this journey to come to peace with everything that I have done.”

He turns his face to the right, gazing at the birds that are flying around while brushing some hair from his face that got blown in front of his face.

“Now obviously I am trying to find peace with the most painful memories that I have endured in my life, to come face to face with my mistakes and give it a spot. A spot in my life as it really starts to become a burden. And when I get to that moment when I can sit down with my son, talk about the important things in life without having any regret of what I have done.”

He cocks his head towards the camera and snorts

“I bet that isn’t something that you can relate to is it Finn?? And before you are going to start proclaiming that I am wrong, before you start to spit out every possible memory where you peed your pants from shame… know this that I have gone through everything that I have tried to forget, everything that I am ashamed for and made me realize that I do not deserve to be called a man’s man.”

He takes a deep breath, shakes his head and raises his hand in an apologetic fashion before spreading his arms.

“Look around!! Don’t you feel small when you look around the surroundings of this large city?? A city that has a larger historical importance than many dare to remember. Making me realize that no matter how large my career has been between the wrestling ropes, it is merely a dot in space in comparison to the entire history of pro wrestling today. And yet Finn, that dot is far from being burned out like a candle that has been burning all day long.”

“Perhaps a better comparison is the sun, I’ve always been fascinated with the ongoing stories of how things go in space. How stars like the sun keep entire planets circle around it due to the gravity that prevents them from being sent into space. And I have learned stories of bright shining stars, travelling a distance that blows our mind while the essence of that light has already died off from the core.”

“And I bet you are wondering, why am I telling this?? It’s quite simple Finn, I want to let you know that the light that I am shining hasn’t died off… Even when I did lose to you for that championship belt that you are carrying around your waist.”

He turns his face, letting those words sink in as he smirks before lowering his face towards the uneven stone floor underneath his feet.

“And yet I am willing to put it all on the line, not because I feel like I am close to the end of my career. But it is a realization that made me wake up every single night since you beat me, realizing that I have been granted a final chance to bring home that championship belt, something I am sure that you will tell me whether I actually deserve it. And if that’s the case and you start to believe your own words. Then tell me Finn, who actually deserves a shot at that belt of yours??”

“Then tell me, who in the fucking hell deserves it more than me? Tell me who in this company has done more than me?”

“I will tell you exactly who has done more than me, absolutely nobody in this company deserves it more than me. The man that just upped the stakes even more against my favour and you know why?? Because I love it, because I am confident that I will take home that championship belt.”

He chuckles a little as he inhales for a moment before letting out a sigh.

“I know I have told you the same thing the last time, so go ahead and call me a hypocrite. Call me whatever you want, hell why don’t you throw in the whole bullshit that it is a mistake for me to put my career on the line. Because at this point there is nothing more important for me than that championship belt that you are carrying, the believe that if I cannot wear that by beating you then why in the hell should I be here in the first place?? For another title reign as Internet or Roulette champion?? And I am not saying this to disrespect my brother Vaughn or the current Internet champion, but we both can agree that I am bigger than anything else BUT that damn championship belt of yours”

“I have clawed out of the gutter that was my addiction, I have sworn that I would never divert from the direction to the promised land that I was guaranteed to enter when I had fulfilled my own destiny. My own prophecy Finn, but like everyone else in life that wants to achieve something that I have understood that I had to sink lower than anyone else imaginable!! And that was watching you walk away with that championship belt Finn… Did it ever occur to you that it wasn’t a blessing that you was handed by the official that was hand picked to officiate our match?? Oh no!! it was a curse, it was a lie that you had to wake up from and realize that it that title reign is simply on borrowed time!!”

“So why Goth? Why do you have to give up your entire career?? Because this is Easter to me!! This is me getting up from the dead after three days and overcome the doubt that YOU and everyone else has about me!! Three days, the number three is so important for our final match isn’t it?? The third match between the two of us for a championship belt. The number three of the seconds that either of us has to be on our backs, time that will look like an eternity. But it will be over even faster than you can ask yourself what has happened?”

He scratches his nails deep into the stone edge of what he is leaning against, causing his fingers to turn as pale as imaginable while his gaze is deadlocked upon the camera.

“I applaud you for having become a champion, THE champion of this company. Something that I have done just as much as the numbers won’t lie, but the same thing that tells me about these numbers is that neither of us were able to hold on to that title for long Finn. The one thing that I need to find redemption for as I cannot look back and tell myself that I do not deserve the accolades that I have received, that I do not deserve the respect of those who have watched me and got inspired to be a wrestler because of me!! Hell, I know you won’t admit it. But I know deep down you admire me, even though it will be like a blister that has covered your mouth to utter those words because it will kill you!!”

He closes his eyes and shakes his head in anger.

“I have watched the tape of our first match Finn, when I made you pass out in the middle of the ring when I defended that Internet title. I know for a fact that it had haunted your dreams, it feuled you to win that fight against me and obtain that championship hasn’t it?? But that’s the problem Finn, it is nothing more than a mere fight. Nothing more than a struggle to yourself that you can hang, that you have enough ability to endure everything that I have dished out to you. To believe that you can carry a Damn company across your frail shoulders!! All because you won a fight, so tell me Finn… How many fights have you won?? And more importantly,k how many wars have you won??”

The intensity increases upon the face of Goth as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“And with wars I truly mean having your back against the wall, sensing that there is no way out but go head on against YOUR BIGGEST FEAR??!!! And no Finn, the name Goth isn’t the biggest threat for your world title, the name Goth isn’t the biggest fear that you have to overcome. And why would it be?? In your mind you already crossed my  name of your bucket list of competitors that you wanted to beat one on one. But that’s the problem Finn, you aren’t facing Goth!! You aren’t going up against the man they call Goth in a third and final fight!! You are going up against HE who has overcome death and will soon enough spread the Holy Spirit over those who dare to listen!!”

“So tell me Finn, are you listening my friend??”

Strays of hair falls in front of his face as he lowers it for a few moments, he gently pushes his hair back again as he lifts upwards as he visibly breaths out the air inside of his body while trying to contain his anger.

“That’s the problem with people like you Finn, you claim to hear me… But you as sure as hell aren’t listening. You are riding on a title wave and enjoy the life, while deep down inside there is absolutely nothing… And I mean NOTHING that can alter your life like I can. Because I am willing to grant you as long  it may take to understand. But understand this Finn, when that first bell has rang and we are standing across each other inside that six sided ring, where I will stand only a few inches away from you as you feel my breath touch your skin. Because that moment will be the decisive moment where I know whether I can be humble towards you as I have realized that my words have effected your soul in one way or another, or the mere fact that I look at you as my own Judas, who sold me out for wealth and riches that ultimately ended up to be his downfall. Or perhaps my very own Peter? Who at our final supper allowed himself to be revealed as the man that would proclaim not to know me three consecutive times!! Only to realize his flaws in his own life when that rooster crowed out loud. A moment that was the darkest moment in his life, only to be the awakening moment for him to understand that he had to change his life and did.”

He smirks.

“Again the number three Finn, again a decisive number that will alter the future of this company and the realization of all these fans that worship you like a false prophet. And no, trust me. I am not jealous of a copycat, hell I will even grant you some encouraging words to tell you that if that’s what you believe in then go ahead and continue upon your path of failure. Because ultimately I will rise my seemingly dead carcass every time that you THINK you have me down. Every single time I will look you in your eyes with a pleading gaze, asking you. No even better, I will beg if this is truly what you want to do!! I will ask and beg you if this is the direction that you wish to have your life and your future to be determined in failure!! Because you are heading towards the same downfall as Alexander Raven, Austin James Mercer… The believe that you are entitled to wear that championship belt!! And I can tell you exactly why you believe it, because you already won it… You proclaim to think that since you won the finals that you have won the war, but you are wrong. You just entered the battlefield of no return, you think you have walked through the valley of the shadows of death and will not fear no evil for You are with me…..”

He cocks his head sideways with an angered look on his face.

“Evil Finn?? Is that what you have overcome? Is your believe in yourself so high that you already put yourself on the highest pedastole of the food chain that is wrestling? Oh no, you won’t even come close until that moment that you have accomplished exactly that what was destined to be ME and J2H… to determine who the very best is. But that’s beyond me now Finn, because you will get the full treatment of what it will be to know what it is like to wrestle the man that has overcome Death.. you will wage war with the man that has never been with you in order for you to fear evil…”

“And if you think that this was all that I have to share, then be warned Finn. I have not even started yet, this is just the beginning of the end of your struggles to win another fight. Because I intend to put my career in YOUR hands and watch you struggle to even come to the conclusion that NOTHING that you can do to permanently stop me. Because nobody can alter what I have in store to take this company to the promised land… Especially not someone that believes he can overcome by winning a fight…. “

With that Goth walks off as the shot fades at the final shot of the Dom Tower of Utrecht, Netherlands.