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Title: tag you are it
Post by: Goth on August 07, 2015, 08:24:34 PM

 It’s a mind set,

G: It’s been too long since that faithful day, I can’t get the thought out of my mind of hoping one day to get her back.. and yet, the answer is so far away… why did she have to be the tool of my suffering???

Thought: A sigh comes over me, what is it that I have to bear and witness throughout these few months?? I have fought, I have struggled… clawed my way upwards to something that I can call wrestling gold… only for what I would love to trade in for her… oh yes her…

A scream escapes Goth’s mouth, he is clearly as he is struggling to keep his sanity, digging his fingers into a wall that is behind him. His fingers are bruised, seemingly from bashing his fists into the wall several times. Thankfully for him they are not broken

G: Oh God why??? Why do I have to deal with a psycho, a childish little punk ass kid that wants to grow up. A man that I respect dearly as we have similar visions when it comes down to viciousness, but why do they have to matter more than my ultimate price of sanity keep???

A knock on the door can be heard

V: Goth??? Are you ok??

It’s the voice of a woman, clearly not Goth’s brother Jonathan Porter(Fang) that he would have expected. No it is his wife Brenda, someone that same as his blood brother go years back. Almost ten years as they met when they both were struggling to make a name for themselves. Their lifestyle was more rock and roll than these days, many times he and her shared intimate moments as did his wife with his blood brother. But times have changed and yet they always had that understanding

B: Can I come in???

Goth sighs as he knows he does not want to be alone.

G: The door is open Brenda, just keep….,

But before he could finish his sentence the door swings open and she turns on the light

G: But…, keep the lights off

His head drops down, clearly not wanting to show his emotional side towards her. As if she didn’t already knew. She drops to her knees and holds his head close to her chest as he holds her. He starts to cry as he feels her softness of her skin touch his roughness of his face, clearly missing out on those moments with his wife as he slowly turns to a crying boy.

B: It’s ok Gerrit, don’t worry. I understand, I know what must go through your mind. We both know how Jonathan once was, battling every demon that was making his life a living hell. It’s ok…, it’s ok…,

Her hand runs across his cheek, he sighs as he enjoys the feeling that she gives him. Clearly it is no reason to ignore that what was there in front of him all the time. But of course too proud to admit.

G: I have everything that any man could wish for, riches, wealth, houses and cars and what more that anyone could wish for. And yet, yet I cannot reach out and hold her in my arms and tell her that everything is alright. Why Brenda, why???? WHY!!!! Shipman must have had his laugh by now, he made his point. What more do I have to go through before life makes my world erupt through misery and damnation. ARGGGGGHHHH!!!

He runs his hands towards his face, digging his knuckles into his temples as if that would stop the pain and agony that he is going through mentally. His teeth grinding each other, whitening his fingers as they are too deep into his head as Brenda tries to let him go.

B: Gerrit, please. Let me help you.

She slowly manages to get his fingers from digging into his flesh, she kisses them as that manages to open them and stop from tensing up.

G: Please, Brenda. No, what are you doing???

She grins as she kisses his fingers some more.

B: Nothing more than giving your fingers some needed attention. Don’t think for a second we are going to relive some old moments that way Gerrit. I’m not here to fulfil those needs if that’s what you are worried about.

Goth chuckles as he realizes that he got outsmarted by her. Allowing her to give him the needed attention as he slowly calms down and relaxes.

The next morning he wakes up, without Brenda as she has vanished, he slowly takes a shower and relaxes a bit. As he gets out, he hears the phone ring. He answers the phone and hears an SCW official tell him about the match that he is having this coming week

G: Great.

His eyes roll, clearly annoyed about the fact that they set him up to tag with the man that he helped lose this past Climax Control.

G: Why do I need to babysit some punk ass kid that wants to show the world so desperately that he is a vet?? Oh whatever.

He puts on his clothing and walks off to the restaurant to get something to eat.  There after grabbing something easy to eat and pour in some water, he sits down and starts to eat. After a few moments he gets a text message, its from Brenda telling him that they may have some news when he will be at the next climax control. He shrugs and eats as Pussy Willow sits down with him as she starts to have her breakfast with him.

PW: I hope you don’t mind I join you??

G: I guess you are already here, how can I refuse???

She smiles as she takes a bite from her Croissaint as she wipes her lips and turns towards him.

PW: I was curious of something

G: Here we go.

PW: Last show, you sat at ringside during the match of Raab and Travis Nathaniel Andrews. And you took it upon yourself to get involved, why??

G: Isn’t it obvious?? Some people say that they will make others famous, others say that they want to make you relevant. Others just need to get their diaper out of their speedo’s and try to stay dry for a day. I just hate people who try to use others for their own attention standpoint.

PW: So you wanted to get even??

He rolls his eyes, clearly the standpoint of Willow annoys him.

G: That would be too easy, something with a attention span of an elastic would come up with something too obvious. Just because they are too uptight and ignorant to come up with something original. I mean seriously, Travis gets excited by trying to get his hands upon those who have something that his money can’t buy.

PW: What’s that???
G: Are you trying to stop guessing Willow?? It’s quite simple, he wants to buy a career. He is so worked up with his own so called wrestling ability and history that he does not see the present day. Should we already start his memoires?? Do we need to know how he gets himself off by telling the world how he screwed Raab out of the title?? And for what?? So he would get another shot at the title. Kid, in my days I just challenged whomever I wanted to face for whatever title and when I didn’t get it… I worked my ass off even harder to get to where I am today. Something that probably your personal trainer can’t achieve for ya. Maybe you should try alternative workouts.

PW: Alternative???

G: Yeah you know, memory for beginners. Or perhaps when you are somewhat advanced to the level of “I know that the Easter Bunny isn’t real”. Then you could try to learn some physical craft by trying some clay. Trying to build the bully from clay that has bullied you all your life. It will be besides your physical training, also your mental preparation of how to overcome  your biggest fears. It will help you stop being such a little bitch.

PW: Oh my, I guess you are not too happy by being paired up with him??

G: Look Willow,  it’s a tag match. I am booked to wrestle alongside someone that I do not like. Big deal, I am a pro. Hell, I got the former champ in our corner. Who is going to be worried?? Him or me?? Hell, Raab and I respect each other. Call it respect, call it the same cologne we are wearing. Or the fact that we don’t like fakers. I don’t care. Hell, besides I am here to do my job and I’m good at it. Who knows, Travis may even pick up a thing or two from me. But I doubt it, seeing that he should rather try to buy himself some pair off balls instead.

PW: But…,

G: I’m sorry Willow, I got some other stuff to do. Maybe we talk each other later.

Goth walks off as he has finished his breakfast.

Promo.

Goth is in a local bar, drinking beer as he is clearly annoyed.

G: So hear we are, just merely days away from something I could really care about. A tag match against several people that I will apparently face at the next super card for my title. Goodie, plus to top it all off. I am teaming up with the guy that is the must see superstar in the SCW. I wonder, if he is so must see, where is his very own must see talk show?? Oh well, maybe it is under must see tv contractual non obligations to air it on regular tv.

He snorts his nose as he takes a drink from his beer.

G: Do I want to win?? Would it help if I shut up Travis one more time by sabotaging the match by merely walking out on him?? Oh man, that would be too easy now wouldn’t it?? I mean seriously, it would not really be fair to my tag team partner if he would have had something that I would call… testicular fortitude. That’s right, some cohonas. Grow a pair and come back when hair are starting to grow punk. If that’s not the case, I will teach you the ropes of this industry the hard way.

He drinks from his bottle of beer and empties it, he orders a new bottle as he places some dollar bills on the bar for the bartender.

And not to forget to realise that we have opponents for this match. Some guy that usually tags with someone else that has a kitty cat fetish. And someone that just wants us to believe he is a nobody. Gee what do I have to say about that?? The last time I faced a nobody, he beat me. Then again, I never bought the whole nobody wanting to prove he is a somebody routine from Kris. It is so outdated, it is so ignorant. I mean if it would be the routine used by Travis, I would have understood the need to be relevant to use someone’s words in a right way. But you Connor?? Are you trying to use the same thing?? Be a regular nobody?? Digging his way from nothing to prove your point?? And then? Would you change your name to the Somebodies eventually?? As nothing lasts forever as we all will be ultimately revealed as something that matters?? Then again, I doubt you will get into Freudian bullshit to make your nobody point right??

He rolls his eyes, not caring about the man that he will be facing as one half of the tag opponents.

G: Then again Connor, I could care less this week. I mean seriously, I got nothing to win. Besides of letting young Travis understand that when you ask to become someone’s bitch, then don’t cry when things get too rough. I know you wouldn’t mind smack some sense into him now would you???

Goth grins as he accepts the next beer before drinking from it

G: And then we have Garfield, or is it Felix?? Oh I could care less about you. I mean seriously, why do you even bother?? Why do I even bother?? Look, I have a cat at home. The best thing about cats is that they are independent. They don’t need to walk around their owners like dogs, who are too chicken shit to stay home for five minutes. And yet, cats are just too lazy for my book. Sleeping for 80 percent, are easily bored and quite frankly. When they don’t like you. Then you are fucked.

G: But when I look at you, I see a cat that already lost his will to be a hunter. You are satisfied when your boss puts some milk in your bowl, scratch your head and feed you some crumbs. Hell, son. When was the last time that you ran after a mouse?? I see an idiot that has no clue in life anymore to be a hunter, to sink it’s teeth into something because that’s what makes you who you are.

Goth rolls his eyes, drinking from his beer as he sighs and shakes his head
G: No kitty cat. I see a cat that has been castrated, a cat that no longer wants to be the alpha male in the cat kingdom. I see a fat over the hill, bored and quite frankly a disgrace to whatever it is that will set foot… or should I say paw in the ring this coming Monday. Nothing will help you become that predator that was once you, you will purr around the legs of your tag team partner. Begging for attention, spreading your scent in every corner of the ring as it is your way to make it all yours. Protecting your space, while I am trying to take away the last part of self esteem that you have got left. Nothing and I mean nothing will prevent you or Connor.. or let alone my tag team partner for what I have to do in that ring

G: Too bad that I will be the only one that will enjoy every freaking second of it… until then boys…, until then….,