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New York
We are back home in New York, where Goth can be seen sitting on his sofa with his wife next to him. they are talking about lots of stuff as the camera joins halfway the conversation.
Sapphira: And when will we do something legal against the fact that Sean Jackson has put that bounty upon you Gerrit??
Goth chuckles as he nods his head to his wife, holding her hand as she is genuinely concerned about her husband.
Goth: I’m not going to waste any money on that joker Sapph, I mean seriously. How much can this guy come up with to try to get some edge over others. It’s a classic example of someone that is capable of doing anything to anyone inside that six sided ring, but rather instead of showcasing it to everyone. He rather tries to get something going by getting inside your head, I am aware of what type of game he is playing and quite honestly?? It’s rather amusing
Goth leans forward as he grabs a glass of wine from the table and takes a few sips from it, while his wife is looking at him with anger in her eyes.
Sapphira: You sure love to take risks huh Gerrit?? This guy is indeed a screwjob, but he is dangerous inside that ring!! Did you forget to what levels he would stoop???
Goth turns his attention to his wife after he placed the glass of wine back on the table. He smiles at his wife as he rubs her wrists as to comfort her.
Goth: Look dear, I know exactly what he has done, I know exactly what he is capable off. I’ve watched him get to Raab, I watched how he tried to manipulate the system and get under the skin of others. I know he likes to make people mad, I’ve been on this rodeo a few times myself dear and quite honestly, this guy is too smart and calculated to go all the way like Shipman did.
Her eyes widen with anger even more after hearing the name of Shipman.
Goth: I’m sorry for even daring to mention the name of Shipman my dear, but didn’t he do the thing that Sean only attempted to do?? You see, he is indeed the mental rapist. He is indeed the classic example of creating one vision about someone and then show another when he steps foot inside that squared circle. But then again, how many have tried to dot he same in the past 8 months since my return and failed???
Sapphira: I….,
Goth: Besides, it’s not like I’m wet behind the ears and believe everything that he is saying my pretty. Having him to attempt to make me believe the one story he is telling me, but ultimately make me want to close the book that Sean Jackson is telling inside the squared circle. I have survived and conquered names that tried and failed. Hell, I have been a mental fuck to so many others in the wrestling world. I’ve made people believe in what I made them believe and that’s my advantage over his guy… he just needst o learn to listen to the beat of my own drum.
Sapphira nods her head before placing it on the shoulder of her husband as he brushes some hair away from her fadce as she smiles and kisses his hand.
Sapphira: I know you have been a master in manipulating people as well, but he is part of the New Supremacy. You have heard how Travis spoke about you, I feel that they will not stop until they have gotten to you and I…,
Goth nods his head to everything that she is saying to him before cutting her off.
Goth: Listen Sapphira, Travis is just a crying bitch that will probably be challenging me to another match like the last two we have had. And he will probably continue doing so until he finally somehow manages to get a win in and I have to hear from him for the rest of his stinking career. The problem for Mr. TNA is that I am not going to be dwelling with idiots like that. Hell, first it is the fact that I have never pinned him or made him submit, that I could not beat him without using tricks and treachery. And now the match does not matter to him, how ironic it is that it doesn’t matter to someone that made the challenge for crying out loud. Can you see how foolish the veteran sounds that now wants to sound like he is the future of the company?? Apparently he has turned from a fifteen year veteran, to a second season crying rookie.
He looks at her with caring eyes as she starts to giggle and nod her head to his words that he spoke to her.
Sapphira: Since you put it that way, it sure does sound foolish to be honest.
Goth: And then we have Sean Jackson, the guy that loves to rape peoples minds so badly that he sometimes get screwed up in his own brain. Hell, I even questioned him for being the wrestler of the year seeing that he has yet to beat someone that was superior to him this last year. And yet, it does not matter to me who the people vote for to hold a trophy of some sorts in his or her hands as I stood empty handed. I’ve accomplished so much and even more than him since returning to the ring. Hell, I’ve ran through the competition and demolished everyone except for two names. And the record books will state a third name as well, but seeing that this man is now resting somewhere far away to protect his hide from a so called injury. I would not even count someone that never could beat me on his own without any of his girlfriends to help him.
He grins as he thinks back to Drake Green, the now former World champion after relinquishing his championship belts.
Goth: God works in mysterious ways wouldn’t you agree Drake, Sean and Travis?? Just a month ago, you were at the top of the world. And now?? Now you are just moments away of losing it all, yet you never seem to give up. Keeping your own morals high with brave words as nothing else comes out of your entire existence than mere words. Hell, even your great inspiration of Hot Stuff Mark Ward has vanished and never seem to want to show any allegiance to the two of you. I wonder what made the world change that much as it is the difference between night and day. And yet we all know the answer to that question huh?? A simple answer would have never been considered a life changer for your existence huh??
Goth looks at his wife as he grins while she is holding his hand in hers and kisses the back of his hand with tender love for him.
Goth: I have set my goal on destroying the New Supremacy, because they do not have any claim for a reason to have an existence. They took away my championship belt, they robbed me from my opportunity to be the real Roulette and World champion. Because they knew that Drake would never be the champion that I am, never the man that I really am and most importantly. Never in their lives wish they assumed having a shot in having any rights to humiliate me.
Sapphira: And instead of the world title, you are facing the Internet champion in Sean Jackson.
Goth grins a little after hearing the name once more.
Goth: Isn’t that a little bonus that I wouldn’t mind getting my hands dirty on ?? a man that is so full of himself that it is almost a pleasure of showing him a thing or two what it is like to ask for something that he cannot handle. You could say that he is holding the one championship belt that has eluded me to become a grand slam champion. But then again, under the SCW rules before the existence of that championship belt… I already was the grand slam champion. Just under a different name… but that’s ok. Why would I make a war over tomato and tomato
I have told the world that I would take every last piece of dignity and championship title away from them. And look at me now, in merely a few weeks… I will. I will cripple the son of a bitch so much that he will never wished he was born.
He kisses Sapphira on the cheek as he turns his attention away from her for a few moments as his cell hone rings as he picks it up.
Goth: Hello?? Yeah Henry?? What’s wrong??? You need me?? For what???
Goth listens to what Henry Losaak is telling him as he nods his head
Goth: Ok, so I have to be there asap??? Give me a few and I’ll be there.
The Gym
A few hours later Goth walks into the gym where Henry walks up to him and starts to talk.
Henry: Goth, you need to talk to him, he is going out of his freaking mind. I cannot reason with him, Samuel tries to calm him down and all he is screaming about it is that it is your fault. I…,
Suddenly the door swings open and we see an irate Lord Raab emerge from out of nowhere.
Raab: YOU!!!!
Raab charges in on him and grabs Goth by the throat, even before Goth can anticipate on what is going on he is already on the floor with Raab above him.
Goth: Raab, what the f….,
Raab: SHUT UP!!! I told you exactly what I did not want and what I am now getting?? Being cheered?? What the fuck!! Was that your idea?? To make me an attraction ride for kids, while I should maim someone inside the ring??
Goth is trying to grab hold of Raab’s wrist as he hopes that way to loosen the grip that he has on him. Samuel is trying to pull Raab off of the former Roulette champion.
Goth: You…. Are… choking ….. me…
Raab does not react as his eyes are bloodshed as suddenly Samuel grabs him by the head and slowly pulls him off of Goth as Raab is screaming of agony.
Raab: Let me go!!!!
Samuel: Naaarp!!!!
Goth is coughing oxygen as he stares back at Raab with anger in his eyes and voice.
Goth: So you got cheered by the fans because they hate Drake Green turning on them!!! You are still that monster that you always proclaimed to be!! But if you want a repeat from our first ever match right here and right now?? Be my freaking guest!!!
Henry: Stop it!!!
Raab is struggling to get out of the grip from Henry as he is still staring at Goth with anger in his eyes and in his voice.
Raab: Drake??? I never wanted to get this feud going even further!! You just had to stick your nose into their business again!! Couldn’t you move on and …
Goth: MOVE ON??? Are you telling me that the big monster is taking a different route now??? Are you telling me that after you get screwed that you need to start a new leaf?? Start fresh over again?? Or are you telling me that Raab is scar…..
Raab breaks loose, charges in on Goth and pushes him against the wall with blinded rage from his part.
Raab: Scared??? Is that what you wanted to say Goth?? SCARED????
Just as Samuel tries to run in to help Goth, it is Goth that delivers a low blow to Raab in the groin as the monster drops down. Goth doesn’t hesitate as he grabs Raab by the face and pulls him to his as he has anger on his face too as well.
Goth: Are you finished Raab?? Yeah?? Good. If you think for one second that I am trying to change the group into the Sims?? To become mainstream so that everyone can accept us and wear t shirts from us?? Or are you afraid that you need to tell them that little kids need to take their vitamins and say their prayers?? Are you going to let your anger get a hold of you that much?? Or is it the fact that you didn’t win the tag titles on your first attempt and you need someone to be blamed for???
Raab: You son of a bitch….,
Samuel drags him away from Goth as he holds Raab in a full nelson
Raab: What the???
Henry gets between the two men as he turns his attention to either of them as he starts to talk.
Henry: Goth has no blame for the fact that the people are cheering for us Raab, I…
Raab: Oh no?? He sure doesn’t mind getting some cheap pops in from time to time???
Goth: I am different than you man, I understand how they think and besides. I am not doing anything else differently than before.
Raab: Bullshit!!
Henry: Raab!!
Goth: Oh is that so?? Instead of blaming me for the fans to like you, why don’t you look at yourself for a few moments?? You are so consumed with the tag team titles that you are forgetting the fact that you and Samuel took out Drake!! injuring him, making him relinquishing his and MY title!! Making my demand for a rematch void!!! Now I have to face Drake’s bitch for his title instead of being a sure main event wrestler against him!!!
Henry turns his attention towards Raab.
Henry: He is right Raab.
Raab cannot and does not want to believe it and realizes that Goth made a good point.
Goth: look, the sooner I get rid of them. The better it is for either of us, because one way or the other. These guys are the reason why we are fighting this way right now and nothing else. I’m sorry people are liking you, but then again. Isn’t that their own decision?? We are the Monstimals, we are the ones that do things our way. We aren’t here to make friends with others and we aren’t here to do what others please. But we are here to accept each other and watch each other’s backs!! Not choking the other when things aren’t going the way someone wants it to go!! Maybe you need some advice from Henry on this one!!
Goth looks in the eyes of Raab as he sees the anger getting mixed up with second thoughts as he slowly calms down.
Raab: You are right, I just wanted to be my own man. Never wanted to kiss babies and shake hands and do all of the bullshit that comes along.
Goth grins as he nods his head and understands his stable partner.
Goth: Let me take care of this week Monstimals fashion and then, we are going to tear down the roof once more. You are with me partner??
Raab looks at Goth as the former champion extends his hand towards him as he reluctantly extends his hand after Samuel has letten go off him.
Henry: Thank goodness that’s over with.
Simon Jones
We come back as Goth is back home with his wife in bed, they are cuddling each other as Sapphira puts her head on his chest. Running her fingers through the soft thin chest hairs as the two are talking.
Sapphira: So things are ok again?? I heard Raab got to you good??
Goth thinks about what happened in the gym for a few moments, causing
Sapphira to look up at him concerned.
Sapphira: Gerrit?? You ok??
Goth snaps out of the moment of thoughts as he looks at his wife and grins before kissing her on the forehead. Making her smile and stop worrying about it.
Goth: You know, you sometimes get things done by talking and sometimes you just need to get it all out in the open. And Raab needed to deal with his anger and I happily obliged by returning the favour.
He smiles as she puts her head back on his chest and listens to his breathing
Sapphira: It must be hard for him to deal with all these new situations that he isn’t accustomed to?
Goth runs his fingers through her hair as he nods his head in agreement.
Goth: The unknown is something that makes you think that your world that you have created is crumbling down and you cannot stop it. How much you would love to see things go back to how they used to be.
He kisses her forehead as she closes her eyes and enjoys his carress while listening to his every word.
Goth: I don’t think he is going to be what Drake used to make people believe what he really wasn’t. but I’m sure that he will overcome this and get back doing what he loves to do most.
Sapphira looks up at him with a smile on her face.
Sapphira: Destroying those who stand in his way.
Both smile as he kisses her on the lips before he slowly gets out of the bed.
Goth: Just give me a moment, I just want to get something to drink. You want something??
She shakes her head no as Goth kisses her lips one more time before getting out and walks towards the kitchen and grabs a bottle of water for him to pour into a glass. After a few sips he notices the camera and sighs.
Goth: Am I not supposed to have some sort of privacy?? For crying out loud, we could have been having some intimate moments together when you knuckleheads could be walking in. don’t you think for one moment that I would rip the eyes out of your sockets by using a fork or something similar.
Goth’s eyes are burning a hole towards the camera, before shaking his head and walks over to the kitchen table and puts the bottle and glass of water down in front of hm. He sits down on the chair and sighs.
Goth: So what do I have to say next??? How I bashed Travis and how he cannot accept the fact that I once again beat him?? Or is it the fact that lady luck Sean Jackson is biding to lose five grant just because he cannot beat me on his own???
The cameraman doesn’t answer Goth as he sighs before taking a final sip from his glass of water.
Goth: Or is it the fact that I also have to compete this coming Sunday at Climax Control against Simon Jones??? A man that I have yet to beat after two tries in past years?? So much to say and so much time that I rather would like to spend with my wife.
He scratches his face as he looks at the clock on the wall and sees that It is half past twelve in the morning. Sighing once again as he nods his head.
Goth: Let’s get this one over with, you see when it comes down to Travis. He is just a spoiled brat. So I am not going to be using anything else on him, it may just motivate him to challenge me for the third time in a few months. Then it is Sean Jackson, well seeing we got a date set for this Sunday. I will decide on using my words upon him wisely upon that given day.
He puts his lips to the glass of water and empties the glass after swallowing the final drop of water.
Goth: And then we have Simon Jones, the man that is about to settle his career into tag team wrestling. To have that title that has eluded him for so long. The man that months ago told the world that he was willing to be the one that would end my reign as Roulette champion and then ran off with Connor Murphy to be a tag team champion. Unsuccessfully I may add…, it’s strange to hear things from a man that wanted a world title shot and blew it because of some chick. Then it was another decision that he wanted to do. I guess this man has issues wanting so much that his ability to make a decision out of every thing that he has wanted has eluded him. I guess he is just like a little boy, needing someone mature and wiser enough to make the decisions for him.
Goth shrugs his shoulders as he leans back against the chair as he rubs his chin and thinks
Goth: Could it be that he has beaten me already twice??? That his motivation to do it a third time has gone with the wind?? Or is it perhaps the fact that he has seen what I could do in that ring that he scratched his head and decided not to persue a deathwish on legs???
He chuckles as he locks his eyes upon the camera and shakes his head no.
Goth: Whatever it is Simon, I don’t care. It’s just another match for me to prepare for, another match that is in my way to do on my bloody valentine. To take down Sean Jackson, to take away that championship belt of his. To make him understand how things are being done to cowards that aren’t really cowards. Just men that wants to surprise his opponents by stooping so low that they will miss out on the real danger that is ahead of them. It’s quite simple when you think of it quite honestly
Goth: You see Simon, I am someone that goes out there every single week. Performing like that week is my final match and not wanting to lose that match. And you know why?? Because it’s keeping me so sharp like a razor blade. I want to get out of my career as much as possible before I decide to pass on the torch to the one that thinks he can follow my footsteps.
Goth sighs as he wipes the sleep out of his eyes.
Goth: Oh no, no scoop for the foolish listener. No retirement for the greatest of all time, it’s just the metaphore I live by. The one single handedly edge that I will have against you and Sean and nothing in this world will stop me for achieving my goal. You see Simon, when I face you. You will have the very best that you have ever experienced. Travis can claim he is the future, but if he is the future than the future has never looked so terrible. You see, the future starts with the present and the past. The past is those who claim to stop me, the present is the one that stops them and the future is just like the present day…the man that cannot be stopped. At climax control Simon, you will have a taste of the future, while taking on the present… and when I am done with you, this match will be the past.
With that Goth gets up and walks to his wife as the shot fades to darkness