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The shot opens in a dark secluded room, there is smoke flowing through the room as there is a man smoking a cigarette but is unable to be seen as it is too dark.
“Seventeen years I have been busting my ass off since I left jail and it’s the only thing that I could rely on to survive in this world. Something that people need to do to survive whatever it is that would separate the men from the boys. Bloodshed, tears, broken bones and even heart broken memories I’ve overcame to get to this point. The point of where I need to look myself in the mirror and ask me this one simple question… was it enough?”
(voice): “What are you talking about?”
“Seventeen years my career has brought me to every side of this damned planet. Sides of the unthinkable outskirts that even I never wish to return to. Staring death in the eye when I saw someone trying to wield an axe inside my brain. But also pleasure when I won my first match somewhere inside a barn. Where 23 men and women watch me take down the local farmer’s boy with the Goth Drop. Was I perfect? By a long shot, but I damned did what I had to do… I fought… did I look at myself back then? Asking if it was enough??”
(voice): “Uhm, earth to Goth? Earth to Goth? Are we connected??”
“Seventeen years, it took me many years to be brought from every barn in the world to an indy show. To interfed matches where I got screwed, screwed where others would have whined and bitched about. I’ve been going through it all, but never once did I ask myself the question whether it was good enough for me to go on… so the question is, do you???”
(voice): “Who are you talking to???”
“Are you stupid? I thought you were a part of me? I thought you knew the drive that I have to never give up?”
(voice):”Yes, well…,”
“No you should know the fact that when a man is having his back against the wall, that the man has two options… two options in life to either give up… or just grab someone by the throat and just squeeze…”
(voice): “I….,”
“Did I tell you to talk? Did I tell you to open your mouth and interrupt me when I’m going to explain to a simpleminded…. Mind… that I know one thing when it comes down to grab someone by the throat.. that it’s a thrill to hear the oxygen slowly leave someone’s body… to see the desperation on someone’s face when it comes down to realizing I got him. It’s such a thrill to please my insanity with just merely choking someone out”
(voice): “Can I say something?”
“Yes…”
(voice): “You sir, are mental unstable. You know that don’t you?”
“Thank you…”
A chuckle can be heard from the figure that is talking to his own conscience.
“The thought of reclaiming what is truthfully yours is something that just makes me want to wake up from boredom so to speak…”
(voice): “Boredom? You are bored??”
“Have you always been so annoying? Simpleminded? Reality struck like a deer that is mesmerized when it stares into the headlights of a car and never realizing that it’s meeting it’s sudden death?”
(voice) “Poor Bambi”
Another chuckle can be heard, clearly enjoying the comment that was made as we slowly see a hand raise up from utter nothingness. Holding a cigarette between two fingers, before raising it up towards where his mouth should be. After a few moments we see smoke blown out into the air.
“You have always been the sensitive of the two, that side of me I have said farewell off a long time ago. Why even bother to show compassion and remorse for that what you have done in your life. When I remember the days that I was in the gutter, drinking the remainder of whatever I could find. And who showed compassion towards me??”
(voice): “Nobody….”
“The world has known the side of me that enjoyed making fun of the world, known the side where I showed effort and time to the fans. Only to remember that the one thing that went through my mind, was the thought of what bitch would suck me dry that given night.”
(voice): “You what??”
“Oh please, show no sensitive notion. Don’t tell me that you have dawned the coat of the forty year old virgin??”
(voice): “Aren’t you 36??”
“Great, you can count…”
Once again we see the hand move towards where his mouth should be, we see the face forwards as the nose and mouth become visible. After a long inhale, the smoke is blown out once again.
“I just love a good cigarette…, the taste of it all after a good fuck. You are already relaxed after savaging some broad and made her day… even if it only lasted as long as I wanted to. Just to enjoy the silence as she finally managed to shut up for a few moments. The moments where I can finally think about…”
(voice) “Think about what??”
“You are interrupting me again….”
(voice): “I’m sorry about that…”
“Like I said….”
The figure suddenly stops for another inhale of his cigarette, we see a stubbly beard around his mouth blowing out the smoke and chuckle afterwards.
“Should I show once again some remorse for those who think they deserve it? I always enjoy a good conversation where people are putting all their efforts into convincing me otherwise… while I only care about hurting their bodies by doing the unthinkable things that only me can come up with…”
(voice): “if it is unthinkable, then why do you come up with them??? “
“Touché”
Another grin emerges on the face of the figure. He blows out cigarette smoke through his nose after inhaling the final piece of the cigarette. Afterwards he throws it on the ground and moves his head backwards into the darkness.
“The unthinkable for the ordinary mind, the minds that would never imagine themselves telling the world that he is Jesus incarnated… to use his realm of greatness to widen my horizon. To even enjoy the hate fan mail that I got every single night from those who were such a fanatic believers…”
“Oh I just can’t get enough of the fact that even preachers came up to me and asked for my autograph, where others just wanted to get on the picture with Sapphira and getting a cheap feel”
(voice): “Sex driven pigs”
“I wouldn’t go that far, I mean if you have given your life to be celibate. Then it would be nice for a change to feel something else than the rough cloth of the fabric that he is wearing. I bet the thrill of silk skin would have gotten the best choir boy off to a point of no return… not to mention that she usually never wore any panties”
A sadistic chuckle can be heard, we see his hands raise up and grab another cigarette from a pocket and lights it before raising it back to his mouth.
“Ahh, that’s just great. One cigarette is never like the other one that came before it. Every taste is so different and yet it’s all the same. Just like everyone I meet in my life, they are all different in personalities. But when it comes down to the final call, they are all the same.”
(voice): “They are??”
“I’m saddened by your lack of confidence in whatever it is that I’m talking about. Isn’t that what normally gets me what I want? The fact that I can turn reality into lies and my lies into that what the world needs to belief?”
(voice): “Well..,”
“Thank you, I knew you would once again regain composure and see things my way. Why don’t you go back and jerk off, while I continue to do whatever it is that I have to do…”
Finally silence as the figure chuckles for a final time. He puts the cigarette back to his mouth and smokes it until the last remaining part of the cigarette has smoked up and he throws it away.
“So where was I?? ah yes, I remember.. I was at a local strip club when I got the text message that I got my rematch clause invoked. The opportunity to face the man that took away my Roulette championship bar, I could have send back a message to the lady that does the paper work, but it was hard for me to concentrate with the girl giving me a lapdance”
“Did I just say that?? I’m sorry, I just realize that I might have shocked off some more female fans that weren’t sure whether I was a sensitive guy when it comes down to being a one woman’s man. Give me a break, I enjoy making them wish that I would stay with them and dump my woman. When I’m only interested in making them scream out my name, it’s not that I will call back a desperate girl when I have a real woman at home”.
(voice): “Amen”
“Didn’t I tell you to shove off? I’m here to discuss the prospect of reclaiming something that’s mine and never was meant to be Curly the third in the first place”.
(voice):”Curly?? I…,”
“THANK YOU!!! Your input was very interesting. Useless, but then again even the ignorant need a few moments of fame before fading back into the darkness of whatever shell it came from. Unfortunately for me, you came out of mine. The reality of it all is that when I finally got sensitivity back into my lap and legs, I realized that it was time for me to finally show the world that I’m championship material. That it isn’t my time to hang up the boots for the better good of the useless pricks like Jimmy fickle the third… or whatever your name is champ.”
The face slowly moves towards the camera as we see the outlines of it and revealing it to be former two-time Roulette champion Goth.
“I know you beat me champ, hurray the great James Worthy the third got me beat. Congratulations son, you got me beat. The fruitcake from his upper class tower high in the sky of his own closet. The man that got me beat, do I look depressed on losing to a fruitcake like you? The man that got his ass driven down the ring on a silver spoon while a maid made his bowl of cereals while watching reruns of his favourite Sponge Bob show? Losing is something that comes to everyone every now and then now doesn’t it champion?”
“Now tell me James…. What is it like to always shove your head into the role of stating the obvious that people never respect you? By making comments of me being a face painted freak? Ever wished to be a Boy George in high school? I know deep down inside your own stinking gut you always wanted to be something that you never were… so congratulations you finally achieved something you are obviously not… a winner”.
His face shows nothing more than being calm and calculated, his eyes are bloodshed as the smoke of his third cigarette flows in front of them.
“What is the odds that a man can do something that he has done before? Twice to be exact? To beat someone that is obviously so sure of himself that it would never happen? To take away the championship belt, but hey… I did it two times before… but why bother huh? Oh great champion of greatness… the man that would just beat me once again… because I’m Goth… how foolish to think that a kid that can’t hold his own liquor would beat me once again…”
His hand raises up with his fingers slowly running through his hair, his eyes never leaving the camera as he is clearly ready to tear someone’s head off.
“You compare me with kids boy? The kids that have a delusional fantasy of one day becoming the biggest name in pro wrestling?”
A sadistic laughter comes up from the man as he suddenly walks up towards the camera. Showing his bare upper body.
“The words you speak of me facing you alone is going to end up the same way like you did to me and Argento? I believe it was Hitler that made the same mistake that Napoleon did James… I remember the outcome of the second time when the Russian winter destroyed another force that could have taken the world. Stupidity is often considered as brilliance, brilliance has cost more heads than you will ever win championships my friend. Yes I underestimated you, yes I saw nothing in you that would cause me a loss in the world. But now? Now it’s different… now I’m the hunter, now I’m the one that has got my sights set on that championship belt. Now I’m the one that wants to sink my teeth into your flesh, you speak off that you don’t care what kind of match? You should be James…, you should be concerned as I hunt the limits of that what you can accept in a match. You see James, I do not see the thirst in you to maintain champion. I don’t see the hunger, do not see the desire to break me once again. Oh sure, words can cloud a lot for the weaklings that watch you and know nothing of psychology.”
“I know what you are capable off James, I’m not taking you lightly. But you only had me in the ring once… you never experienced the hunger that made me the man that I am today. You never experienced the drive to shove your head into the concrete so many times that I feel that I need to do until you utter uncle. Ever stepped foot in the ring with a man that wants to drink your blood? I know you haven’t… I know you will never. Because let’s face it, the first time is a charm… the glory dreams that you made come reality has now become history. Reality now is that you shouldn’t fight to hold onto your championship James… you should fight to stay alive… you should fight to be able to maintain a vertical position as you stand on your feet.”
Goth runs his fingers across his tattoos on his chest and suddenly stops his hands on his heart.
“Why don’t you put your hands on your chest and just feel it pump. Feel your heartbeat, feel the one thing that keeps you alive. I bet something that you have taken for granted your entire life. Never dreamed of having it stop until your demise has come. I’m about to be a surgeon on the sickness that is your career James… I’m going to cut and slice, I’m going to suck away the blood that is useless to me until I got what I want.. that championship belt… No James, it won’t be a party where you will enjoy another victory. It will be a party where you will celebrate the optional possibility that I allowed you to live. Because the nights that you will have to eat through a straw is close, closer than you have ever imagined James. It’s my desire to bring back home my dignity… where I can look back to my career and say…it was enough…”
With that Goth walks off as the shot fades away and the promo has ended.