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.