August 17th 2023
Goth and Melissa can be seen in their private plane as they are flying towards the airport of Mexico, returning from a few days in New York where Goth crashed the Main Event in WGWF in a shocking fashion. He also wanted to spend some time with his wife and son together before heading over to prepare for his second match in Sin City Wrestling. He has been smiling for the last few days as he has made some headlines for handing The Troll his own championship, amusing himself over how it has upsetted some people. But he did not care anymore, apparently people have forgotten how they haven’t given him the respect that he had deserved for his entire legacy in Sin City Wrestling. He knew why though, he wasn’t a home born superstar that they had created. for some reason people preferred the wrestlers that were there during the days of Gabriel and Despayre, names that came after as well but never had found a lineage elsewhere. Simply overlooking the fact that anywhere Goth has gone to, he had made the companies millions upon billions of money.
But that was now all behind him, he was not seeking the recognition from the fans or the other wrestlers. He just wants to show them that the past four months should have been a holiday trip for the entire roster.
Melissa: Here sweetie, another drink.
Goth looks up at his wife as she hands him a glass of water, taking his mind out of the book he was reading as he nods to her in appreciation. He takes a sip from the water before placing it in front of him as his wife sits down in the chair on the opposite side. Melissa immediately looks through the window, hoping to see something of the beautiful country of Mexico. This causes Goth to smile as he turns his attention back into the book that he was reading, something that he had starting to do while he was recovering from his injuries.
Melissa: I enjoyed having Gerrit Jr around, it’s still getting used to see him as my stepson now.
Goth looks at her with a smile on his face, he knew that his son had to get used to the situation as well. Dealing with the thought of having a different woman to be his “mom” in some sort of way, but ultimately he knew that it was something that had to grow between the three of them. He finally decides to put the book down on the seat next to him while reaching for the glass of water, he looks over at his wife as she is going through some of the pictures she had taken from the past three days.
Goth: I know he had been begging to join us in Mexico, but after watching what has happened to the SCW crew these days made me think it was better not to.
Melissa looks at him with a frown on her face before realizing that he was referring to Krystal Wolfe or Sin character, causing her to sigh and shake her head.
Melissa: I wish I was cleared to compete again, I would have whooped her ass from here to Tokyo. Hell, her head would be spinning faster than that chick from the Exorcist movie.
Goth chuckles, thinking back to the time that Krystal was a part of the Saviors before they had released her, a hot topic on the minds of some of the wrestlers that he amused himself over why they even bothered. The group of wrestlers that he had taken the liberty of leading after the departure of Mac Bane and the injury situation of Ken Davison. A situation that ultimately has led to victories and his in ring debut. A debut that he had not wanted, but he had realized that once more the management of Sin City fed him the leftovers of the roster. Max Steele, some nobody that did put up a fight against him. But ultimately ended up falling asleep in his dreaded Gothic Dream submission combo, it felt good to watch the struggling of Max Steele ultimately ending up in him passing out. It was that feeling he got when his arm was raised in victory and have his name being announced as victor, the feeling of adrenaline that was pumping through his body was amazing. A sensation that he had to miss for over four months, a sensation that as a pro wrestler you cannot describe.
Goth: You will get your moment soon, I doubt if there’s any Bombshell out there that would love to be face to face with you.
This causes his wife to laugh and shake her head while uttering something under her breath before turning her attention back to her phone.Goth takes a sip from the glass of water, enjoying the cold water as he leans back against his chair. Wondering how long it will take before the plane will land in Mexico, he had made some plans to take Melissa for some sight seeing as well as working out for his match.
Goth: Bill Barnhart…,
He shakes his head, he wasn’t happy to face Bill once more. He didn’t mind to actually beat his ass once more like he has done in the past, but the thought that this was the Super Card return match that he would be receiving after four months caused him to get upset about it. In his mind there is no superstar that isn’t a champion at this moment that could hold a candle to him, hell even the men that were in the King for a Day ladder match made him sick to his stomach. Knowing that he has beaten several of the competitors already and yet they are getting a spotlight match???
He understood the reasoning that his stock has dropped somewhat since his injury, but Bill Barnhart??? And the stipulation of a Dog Collar match made him laugh, he figured that it was merely an excuse to get the population in Mexico even more excited. An excuse stipulation that he knew the die hard fans would appreciate, but figured it was hardly necessary.
Goth: But if the fine people of Mexico want to watch me whip a dog?? Then I am the kind of guy that would gladly oblige.
He smirks as he notices the Stewardess approach him and his wife, asking whether they wish to eat something as the flight will take an hour and a half longer before landing. Both of them place their orders as Goth watches the stewardess leave, remembering how much Melissa loves to play a role to tease him before having sex with each other. He suddenly turns his head towards his wife when he feels her kick him against the shin, looking angry at him in a mocking way
Goth: What???
He asks while playing innocent, only to see her grin as she leans forward to whisper him in the ear.
Melissa: You will be experiencing some turbulence in our evening flight sir, so if there’s anything I can do to make your fight more entertaining let me know.
she says as she gives him a wink before turning her attention to her phone while giggling, this causes Goth to chuckle as well. He empties his glass of water before leaning backwards and closes his eyes, taking a little nap before their food will be brought to them.
Mexico City, Mexico.
Goth is seen enjoying a moment with Melissa at a local restaurant while sitting on the terrace outside while drinking tequila, they are both watching the tourists do their usual sightseeing as they have hidden their identities by wearing sunglasses and tying their hair back. Goth is holding Melissa’s hand in his as they are chit chatting with each other.
Melissa: I loved how you took care of Max Steele this past Climax Control.
Goth smirks, he knew that she has been supporting him during his recovery, something he has to admit did help speed up the time until he was cleared to return to active wrestling. He was satisfied with the outcome of the match, enjoyed watching Steele squirm while being locked in his Gothic Dream Submission hold. But still he was having issues with some of his deliveries during the match that he had been studying in the days after the show. He quickly shakes the thoughts out of his head as he saw Melissa smile at him
Goth: What???
Melissa: I just noticed how much I have missed seeing you smile during your rehab.
The words causes him to chuckle, realizing that she was just teasing him. But he had to admit, he had not been much of a fun guy during the early few months since his rehab. the thought of his chance to secure a world title shot really upset him, as well as knowing that Kim’s shot was thrown up in smoke as well. He knew that he could not be blamed for it, but he had taken it so personally that it ultimately became an obsession. And watching others succeed as J2H won the world title caused him to be pissed off even more.
He inhales deeply, the Mexican air was somehow different than what he was used to in the States, he felt himself once more. He takes a sip from his glass before turning his attention towards his wife as he squeezes her hand gently with his other hand.
Goth: Forgive me for me having been a pain in the ass, I…
She turns her hand around as her fingers entwine with his, causing his words to stop as the two lovers share a moment of love without uttering a word.
Melissa: Having to watch you perform in that six sided ring this past Sunday was all worth it Gerrit. I knew you would come back, but you seemed like you had found a new purpose when you beat down Max Steele.
The words had caused him to smile, it meant so much to him to hear it coming out of her mouth. But he had to admit that he felt as if he was several years younger, his level of energy was something he had not felt in quite some time. Or at least way much better than last year and all the way until his injury, wondering whether this injury was a blessing in disguise.
The mere thought of his injury caused him to tense up, reliving the attack of Joe Montuori in the middle of the ring while still having been injured. He blamed himself for a while for having entered the ring on his own, for not having asked to have his wife or friends accompany him. But he ultimately realized that Joe would have attacked him eventually when his guard was down.
Melissa: You okay??
The words causes him to snap out of his thoughts, quickly turning his attention back towards the concerned look on her face.
Goth: I…,
Melissa: Joe???
She asks as he nods his head, trying to keep the anger inside of him from boiling out. It was the one thing that he had not been able to contain even though he had told her a million times that he had it under control.
Goth: Yeah…, I…
Melissa: Don’t worry sweetie, you will eventually get even with him.
Goth slowly nods his head, desperately wanting to say something but cannot. Their attention is slowly being diverted when a family approaches them as their kids are a huge Goth fan. Causing him to shed a small tear as this always brought a warm feeling in his heart.
Goth: Want your father take a picture of us???
He watches the sudden disbelief on their faces turn into huge smiles as they stood beside him as he knelt down on his knee and put an arm around their shoulders as their father took a picture of them. They even managed to have a picture taken with Melissa before Goth signed their shirts and watched the kids walk off happy.
Goth: I have really missed this Melissa…,
He says while not taking his eyes of the waving children before they turn around the corner, he slowly bites on his lower lip in order to prevent him from starting to cry. The frustration of someone deliberately trying to put him out from wrestling permanently has angered him to the point of no return, but also has fueled him to punish him where it hurts him even more.
Melissa: You need to let it go Gerrit, your date with destiny with him in the WGWF will come. We are now here in Mexico and give these people a performance they will not forget in merely a week and a half.
The cold and icy stare suddenly breaks into a warm and loving smile, nodding his head to his wife as he kisses her on the mouth before whispering.
Goth: I love you babe
Melissa: I love you too.
The two share another kiss before turning their attention towards the people outside as the shot slowly fades.
You do not know who I am
Goth: I have been asked a million times in the past why I used to wear face paint, was I a sadist?? Did I had something to hide? Or even the bashful thoughts of me wanting to be a goth so badly that I would have gone that extra mileage to be accepted.
We see the camera move gently through the blowing curtains that separates Goth’s balcony to his hotel room in Mexico City, Mexico. Goth can be seen holding his mask in his hands, the mask that has a crown of thorns surrounding the forehead as it resembled the mocking of Jesus Christ prior to his crucifixion. Goth’s eyes stare at the pale white fabric of the mask, booking into the holes where his eyes would emerge from. He bites upon his lower lip, extracting the color from it to become as pale as his mask before slowly decreasing the pressure.
Goth: What makes an individual? That is always the question that pops up inside my head that my mother once asked me when I was a young child, trying to teach me that I should not judge from someone’s appearance but trying to get to know the person before you are capable of figuring it out. And even then many of you are on the wrong end of it all… And that makes things so interesting wouldn’t you agree???
The look on his face turns into a flaw smile, closing his eyes as his eyebrows slowly lower a little as we can see the marks of past wars emerge upon his forehead as that reveals his 20 plus years experience inside the wrestling ring and outside of it.
Goth: What makes you want to be so different from other human beings Goth?? Another fascinating question that I could not stop but admire the attempts of you all by trying to understand my character. And to questions like that I shall not answer, not because I do not know the answer but more for the fact that I prefer watching you fools trying to figure out the mystery of who Goth truly is….
He lets out a sigh as he drops the mask on the table in front of him, leaning back against the sofa that he was seated upon. He feels the bare skin of his upper body come in contact with the leather fabric, causing the familiar sound to be heard as he sighs once more. He had been to the gym earlier in the day and just dropped down on the sofa after taking a long hot shower and getting dressed into his favorite Bermuda pants. He inhales deeply several times before slowly loosening the frown he had upon his face as he stares into the camera as if he was talking to someone personally.
Goth: In less than two weeks I will be facing Bill Barnhart, a familiar name in the wrestling annals and even more familiar to me. People would assume that we would not have any secrets for each other after all those years of being friends or foes. But the question would remain…, do you truly know me Bill?? Have you ever had that moment in your life that you started to question why I had put on face paint?? Why did I start my evolution of being The Bringer of Chaos?? the King of Kings?? The Gothfather And so on and so on?? I know for a fact that you have asked that question a million times Bill, something I cannot blame you. Yet it does explain a lot now doesn’t it???
We suddenly see Melissa walk up from behind the sofa while holding a glass of red wine, she hands him the glass of wine before kissing him on his forehead and then turns around to leave.
Goth: Forgive me if I do not have a piece of bread for you Bill, because then I could have told you that if you eat from this that it is my body, drink from the wine as it is my blood. You do know that tale don’t you?? But it is a diversion that will take your mind off that what is truly important… Me.
He takes a sip from the glass of red wine and places it upon the small table in front of him, reaching his hands backwards as he pushes his hair back out of his face and stares into the camera for a few moments.
Goth: You see Bill, for all those years that I have allowed you into my presence. Were only teachings that I tried to bestow upon you, yet I have come to the conclusion that you have not picked up one damn bit from it that would have projected you to bigger things than merely Roulette title reigns. And I know that you could start to question my reasonings of taking it away from you with the simplest of ease like I did earlier this year?? And then I would simply refer to you for what you have picked up from all of this?? And I am sadly to say that you haven’t done a damn thing by it.
And please forgive me for using that word Bill, but I guess niceties have not worked upon you throughout the years. So I guess I must teach you a lesson the hard way. Just like you should have done to that dog of yours all these years ago….
His face slowly darkens before leaning forward as he rests both of his arms on his upper legs as he breaths quietly
Goth: Hi Iris, how are you poor little mut???
His hair falls before his eyes, causing the stare to darken even more as he continues.
Goth: I admire how much you adore that dog Bill, it’s like having a child that from time to time doesn’t listen to you. It also teaches people whether they are a possible good parent or not isn’t it?? And I can refer to all the times that she had crapped on my expensive carpets over the years…, but that only explains the difference between you and me Bill. You are the one that is stuck in the past, while I move on. While I evolve and become better. Is that another thing that you look at me and wonder who I truly am Bill? Because you do not recognize the man that I used to be??
He runs his hand through his hair as his face slowly reappears from the darkness that hwas his hair
Goth: I wear a mask to the ring not to hide the true me from the world Bill, oh no. I wear a mask because the world cannot deal with the reality WHO I TRULY AM!!! Hell, I recently schooled our beloved champion in J2H. A man that many have claimed to have been the wittiest individual known to man. And I have made him reiterate his words because I put him in his place Bill. And seeing that facing you will probably be another big surprise for you as it was for him, I will let you know that I will kiss your forehead and ask for your forgiveness Bill. Because like J2H and many between the two of you that will come… You all do not know what you are getting yourselves into when you face the man that wears a mask.
Goth grabs the glass of red wine and takes another sip from it, savoring the taste as he lets out a sigh of relief after swallowing it.
Goth: I have allowed myself to dwell in all of your own miseries Bill, I have allowed myself to be everything that I know now I Should not be. People think that since Mac Bane left Sin City Wrestling that the Saviors is a forgotten chapter in this company?? Well if that’s the case, then you people are just ignorant and need to be taught a lesson in pain. Because I may not be a Mac Bane, I am HIM!!! that HE personally handpicked to become the Prophecy that John the Baptist told everyone about!!! And all of you, just like it was written in the Holy Bible that they decided to turn their heads and ignore me. You may even think that I am talking blasphemy, but I do not care. It’s all too late Bill. And I will make an example out of you when our paths will cross in just over one week.
Goth leans back against the leather sofa and takes another drink as the shot slowly fades.
OOC: Dedicating this rp to a man has been a inspiration for my Goth character. RIP Bray Wyatt
August 21st 2023
Mexico City
Goth and Melissa are seen at the gym inside their hotel, Goth is using dumbbells to work on his arms as Melissa is running on the treadmill. Goth is staring at his physique that is glistening in sweat before dropping the dumbbells on the ground before taking a sip of water. He then grabs a towel to clean off the sweat from his forehead before looking around the gym, noticing that besides him and Melissa only a few people visit the gym. He sighs, he misses the time that Mac Bane traveled with them as part of the Saviors. A man that he enjoyed spending time with for his workout, but after his injury decided to alter his workouts to increase his conditioning instead of strength. Something that he felt that helped him to beat Max Steele in a rather dominant style.
He then turns his attention back to the dumbbells as he wipes the towel across the back of his neck before placing it around his neck before lowering his upper body and grabs the dumbbells before repeating his exercise, we see him bite on his lower lips and groan every single time that he lifts the dumbells in the air before lowering them again.
Melissa: Hi sexy
We see Melissa walk up towards him from behind as she playfully pats him on the back, we see her grab some dumbbells before standing beside him and does the same exercise. The two are silent for a few moments before simultaneously lowering the dumbells on the ground as Goth grabs the bottle with water and takes another sip from it as Melissa sits across him.
Mellissa: How do you feel babe??
He takes another sip from the bottle of water while giving her a wink, taking a moment to think about her question. He has been watching the tape of his return match against Max Steele and had not been satisfied with his performance, realizing that he cannot make those small mistakes that he had against Max. He knew that he was a bit rusty, timing wasn’t up to par and being a perfectionist that he is
Goth: To be honest?? I am nervous and yet excited for this match against Bill. It’s quite a match that I have not competed in since I debuted in the Global Wrestling Alliance, mostly because of the mere fact that this type of match is rather dangerous. And yet, it excites me.
He takes another sip from the bottle of water before splashing some of the water above his head as he quickly wraps the towel around his head. He lets out a sigh as the coolness of the water drips across the sweat of his face before coming in contact with the towel.
Goth: And quite honestly Melissa?? It is going to be a signal for the entire wrestling locker room that I am not some part timer that thinks he can come back whenever he feels like it. I felt disgusted in being injured in the Blast Of The Past tournament, it almost makes me feel as if for some reason I am cursed to participate in that tournament.
He turns his head away, staring into the void as everything surrounding him fades away as he bites on his lower lip. He felt that this year was HIS year, he had the perfect tag team partner in Kim Pain. Two wrestlers with having chemistry from being in the same faction together, but yet….
Melissa: Stop blaming yourself for…
Goth: For having to step out of the tournament due to injury?? Is that what you were trying to say???
He closes his eyes with a painful grimace on his face as he thinks back to the moment where he had to inform Christian Underwood and Mark Ward about his injury. The most painful moment for him was when he had to inform Kimberly, he had issues of staring her in the face after walking out of the office of the owners of Sin City Wrestling. He had hoped that he could have avoided that confrontation for a few moments, trying to find the best moment to tell her. But she had seen him walk into the locker room with the Roulette title and walk out without it, causing this moment to be the hardest for him in many years. The reaction of her giving him a hug was a moment of relief, because of him feeling so much agony.
Goth: I know
He lowers his head, looking at the near empty bottle of water as he walks off towards the bar inside the gym and orders for another bottle while handing over the empty one. He slowly walks back to where his wife is seated, who has not taken her eyes off him. He sits in front of her and places the bottle of water down on the ground before grabbing her hands as he turns his attention towards her.
Goth: Look, I know I was frustrated for quite some time. But I have managed to divert my attention away from what has happened. My motivation is the same prior to my injury, to get my well deserved world title shot and TAKE IT from whomever it is.
His eyes is focused towards his wife, who smiles back at him as she plants a hand on top of his before nodding her head.
Melissa: Okay stud, you convinced me.
She plants him a kiss on the cheek before slowly standing up again. His gaze follows the movement of her beautiful body inside her training gear before watching her grab the same set of dumbells and repeat her exercise. He continues to watch her for a few moments before mentally shaking his head and decides to get on the treadmill. He never enjoyed running a treadmill, but ever since his decision to work on his conditioning and agility decided to pick it up more seriously. He starts up his training session and starts to run, gazing ahead of him towards the television that showcases some nature documentary. but his attention has been diverted from it as his mind drifts off to the man he will be facing this coming weekend. A memory emerges as he suddenly thinks back to the moment that he had hired him as his right hand man. A smirk emerges upon his face, his mafia antics back in the days of the Asylum Wrestling Alliance had been one of his favorite moments. He had loved the heat that he had drawn and Bill was an important reason
He remembers the moments that both of them had celebrated the first time that Bill had won the top championship under his guidance, they had gotten into a big time white limo and drove off while drinking the most expensive champagne. He didn’t even care for the bill that he had received from the cleaning service that had to get all the champagne stains out of the white leather seats. Because back then it was all worth it as they had to keep up their heel status to the world to believe.
His gaze lowers for a moment, checking the information upon the small screen that told him how much time had passed and how much calories he had wasted. He grabbed the bottle of water from its holder that he took to the treadmill and took a sip from it, the coldness of the water gave him a sigh of relief as he continued to run.
He shakes his head as another old memory of him and Bill Barnhart pops in his head. Not wanting to be distracted by it as he wants to focus on his training in a futile attempt. He starts to curse at himself, grimacing on his face as he wants to forget the memories of him and Bill being friends. He couldn’t help but admit that he had missed those moments, even more he knew that he had himself to blame.
Goth: Damnit Bill…,
He wipes a tear away from his eyes, shaking his head as he follows it up by wiping off some sweat from his forehead. But the memories remain, the most painful parts of those memories were the parts where he could remember his now first wife. He suddenly grabs the bars on the side of the treadmill before lifting his right hand to the button to stop the treadmill as he lets out a sigh and leans both arms on the bars while doing a cool off.
Melissa: You okay sweetie???
Goth looks up at the concerned look on his wife, trying to come up with an answer but is unable to do so. He sighs as he feels the treadmill finally stop as he slowly turns towards her and wraps his arms around Melissa, softly crying tears on her shoulder.
Melissa: Chantal??
He slowly nods his head, knowing that it is futile trying to convince her otherwise. She knew him so well as that is one of the many reasons why he loved her so much as she would not judge him for the pain that he had for his first wife. The two remain embraced for a moment before deciding to head back to their hotel room and take a shower together before spending another night together.
THAT NIGHT
Goth stands in the doorway of his balcony, drinking a glass of wine while staring across the swimming pool of the hotel many floors underneath him. His thoughts travel back to yesteryears, the decision of him and Melissa picking this hotel was deliberate. He had been here in the past, great fascilities and wonderful people was his reasoning to his wife and fellow Saviors. But ultimately he wanted to breathe in the atmosphere that he remembered from the time of the AWA, especially during the time him and Bill worked together. How ironic to witness many things have improved in structure, but he felt at home right away.
He lets out a sigh before taking another sip, he closes his eyes as he remembers how times has changed between him and Bill.
Goth: Funny how we meet each other once again doesn’t it Bill??
His eyes shut open, we see a determined look on his face.
Goth: Remind me when was the last time I put you on a leash Bill??
His eyes divert their attention towards the camera for a split second before turning back towards the swimming pool.
Goth: Animosity is often the key for great matches, matches where the fans are being drawn to. And all ilI can say is that you truly disappointed me Bill. Not so much for the false pretense as for why I decided to return, why I didn’t stay retired. Because I know that's YOUR fashion to get underneath my skin in a cute way. But no Bill, I am disappointed in the mere fact that back in the AWA YOU were groomed for greatness for the moment I would hang up my boots for good. So tell me Bill, what went wrong??
He huffs for a second with a cynical smirk on his face.
Goth: I will tell you exactly what went wrong Bill, you couldn’t fulfill MY expectations. Hell you became a parody of the bloodthirsty monster I ilenvisioned you to be, is that how you repay me for having been a multi time Grand Slam champion in the AWA??
He lets out a sigh of disappointment, shaking his head before taking another sip.
Goth: I saw you as the man to dominate this company, I saw you as a worthy opponent for me to one day take the WORLD title from Bill. But no, you apparently take pride in holding the Roulette title!!! Was that the legacy you wanted me to remember myself for taking away from you?? Dammit Bill, I need to whip the bullshit out of you and brand you to be my Iris.
His face hardens with every passing second.
Goth: I hope you understand that I won’t treat you like that mutt that you own Bill, because I intend to treat you like the BITCH you are. I am going to break your will, I am going to make you a mindless creature without a conscience.
Goth's hand is trembling a little due to the anger he is feeling.
Goth: I have been taught to never show compassion inside that ring Bill, I was taught to squeeze someone's throat before my opponent would. Remember those words Bill? You should, because those were the ONLY requirements I demanded from YOU!!! Or else I would torture you. And guess what my intent will be in this Dog Collar Match?
His eyes turn towards the camera for the second time, only this time they remain focused upon the camera as his breathing increases.
Goth: I can already tell that the devilishly deeds are roaming through your mind right now, knowing my violent past must have scared you hasn’t it?? Do you remember the man that won the Global Title in the GWA during the Psycho Circus match Bill?? I did not win it because I was the better man at that point, oh no. I won that match because I have a neck to survive the seemingly odds that only the perverted minds of wrestling owners can think of!!! Hell in a Cell elimination match that only starts when all 11 wrestlers were locked inside the unforgiving steel along with weaponry everywhere. Did this match take years off my career?? Perhaps, yet I am still here Bill. What have you done huh?? Oh let me guess, you have done video calls with that damn dog of yours!!!
He digs his empty hand into his skull, feeling his fingers rug against his skin as he lets out an uncontrollable sigh from his lips.
Goth: I have done exactly what YOU should have done in this company, J2H be damned. Yet I am the one that has held the most title reigns in this company, and still not being mentioned in the levels of the greats!! Do you know what the last thing I was told when I set foot in this company for the Summer XXXTreme?? If I could perhaps host another show… You know, for nostalgia reasons. And all I could think off was the mere fact that they rather have YOU open up a show for another gimmick match instead of me hosting the best Main Event that neither J2H and Harris could ever provide. and I am stuck with YOU Bill. YOU!!! Someone that should have been a monster!! Someone that should have been a dominant force!! Someone that will take over the ranks of this company like Peter Vaughn will do Bill. And you know why???
He takes another sip of the glass of wine before placing it on the edge of the table close to him
Goth: Because he is a man that has not yet even reached the fullest of his potential. Hell, I even had to applaud our current champion in a fun tit-a-tat over the Socials, where he mentioned that Vaughn was the best Savior out there. But that was merely a sign of desperation, because I took him on like nobody has ever done with nothing but words. Telling him already that I am ready to do the same fashion inside the six sided ring when it TRULY MATTERS!!! And until that moment comes Bill, I have to deal with the likes of you before I could perhaps set my sights upon those who wish to be the King for a day. A King Bill… A KING!!!!!
I am sure that you can only hope and pray for one day being a part of a match like that, a ladder match that would give you unimaginable powers!!!!. And no, I am not referring to suddenly turning into a Super Sayan type character. And trust me Bill, don’t ask me to explain to you what that consists off, because it’s a kids thing that keeps my son off the streets from being a bored little lamb that has lost his herd. You remember what it is like to be under the forgiving arms of Your Shepherd don’t you Bill???
He runs his hands across his face, his breathing increases as he starts to mumble softly
Goth: Where’s my mask???
His head snaps back and forth violently, his eyes seeking for something until he notices his wife walking towards him with the mentioned Mask. He slowly puts it on and inhales deeply
Goth: I know you would not remember the question I asked you a few moments ago Bill, because I have never allowed you to be protected by your Shepherd. Because I needed a big bad wolf like you to torment and scare my followers. I needed YOU to be the evil that I intended to pursue in order for my lambs to only listen to my commands. but alas, your calling has served its purpose I guess, but no more. It is time for me to seek a new threat that I need to overcome, because you have turned into that slobbery dog that you try to please with a potted plant.
His breathing increases as his eyes start to roam through the mask, searching the hotel room and balcony as if it was the first time he has ever been here and afraid of some unimaginary evil.
Goth: It hurts doesn’t it Bill? To have been told the truth!! Not just about your misfortune decisions that you have made throughout the years without MY guidance, but also about the fact that nobody takes you serious. And yet, I intend to forgive you Bill. I intend to forgive you, but you have to bear the marks of the punished fool that needs to seek his way back to me. Just like Jona that fled upon a ship, had to be thrown overboard and ended up inside the belly of the whale before realizing that he could flee from HIM!!! And that same feeling is for you and everyone else in this company Bill. You cannot escape the Savior of Pain…. You cannot reason with the man that decides whether it is your time to HEAL or HURT Bill…. But for you it is obvious, that your moment to heal has to go through my inner hurting that I have felt throughout the years.
He lets out a soft yet sinister laugh after uttering these words.
Goth: I know I was violent when I referred myself to the King of Kings, I know I was violent when I referred myself to be the Goth Father… Hell would freeze over the day that I arrived and walked away after mere days Bill. And YOU?? You will get strap marks all across your body, your throat will feel the sensation of leather straps closing in on your windpipe. And not because I want to hurt you, but because I need to show you my love through the most violent ways. Nobody will talk about any other match after we have competed Bill, because nobody will have an ounce of care left upon their minds!!! Because to some this is nothing more than a joke, to others it’s a way to earn money!! but for me?? For me it is a way of life where I intend to Heal people like you by Hurting them. Its just a pity I am forced to take out men’s best friend.
Goth places his hand upon the camera to end the recording.