BBQ party

We are at the Barnhart household where we see Vinnie seated in the back garden along with Pete in  baby seat next to him. Around Vinnie we see Felix Hernandez and Bea Barnhart enjoying some chicken while Bill is standing in front of the BBQ with a cooks hat and apron on while turning the pieces of meat across the BBQ.

Bea: You look so handsome today Bill.

Bill raises the clamp towards his cooks hat, pushing it upwards while smirking as we see the apron say :”Kiss The Cook”
Bill: Thank you Ma’am

Vinnie just finishes his chicken as he slowly gets up and walks over towards Bill

Bill: What will it be Vinnie??

Vinnie looks across the BBQ, admiring the delicious burgrs and saugaces before pointing toward the best burger that he has noticed.
Bill: You got some good taste sir!!!!

Bill places the burger upon Vinnie’s plate before Vinnie walks over to the pot of sauce and fries, he then turns towards the salads but refrains from taking something as he notices Iris is on top of the table munching from it.

Vinnie: Err.., Bill??

Bill looks over his shoulder as anger comes over him.

Bill: IRIS!!!! BAD GIRL!!!

Bill charges towards his British Bulldog, who has already jumped off the table and starts to run around the salad table as this causes everyone else in the back garden to start laughing at the funny sight. We see Bill starting to breathe heavily after running a few circles around the table while Iris is barking at him before running over towards Pete the cacti.

Vinnie notices that the burgrs and sausages need to be spun around as he does before heading back towards his seat and starts to eat.

Vinnie: Hmmm, that’s one  fine looking burger wouldn’t you agree Pete??

Pete says as he lowers his plate towards his cacti friend to admire, only not having paid attention to Iris who jumps up and rips the burger from his plate and starts to munch on it as Vinnie starts to have steam blow from his ears.

Vinnie: IRIS!!!!
Iris looks up at him, wiggles her fat butt before grabbing hold of the burger and runs off, this causes Vinnie to jump up from his seat and charges after Iris only to fall flat on his face because of his flip flops that he is wearing.

Felix: Oh my

Bea: Are you alright Vinnie??

Vinnie lifts his face up from the ground, we see some of the sauce that was on his plate splattered all across his face and some of the fries are stuck in his beard. Vinnie slowly gets to his feet, cleans his face while Bill has already filled another plate with a Burger and some sauce before handing it over towards Vinnie.

Bill: Here you go Vinnie, why don’t you sink your teeth into this.

Vinnie nods his head and smiles, he walks over towards his seat and sits down while staring down Pete who is drinking a pina colada through a straw.

Vinnie: Be careful that it doesn’t rise to your head Pete.

Pete looks over towards Vinnie, takes off his sunglasses as the two friends have a stare down between each other as electricity can be felt throughout them as well as the others that can’t take their eyes off them.

Bea: (whispers to Bill) Bill, do you hear that music Bill?

Bill snaps from his gaze between the two friends as he turns his attention towards his wife as a deer in the headlights of a car.

Bill: Music?? What are you talking about??

Bea rolls her eyes as she slowly walks over towards her husband, gives him a slap across the cranium with her plastic plate that sends the cooks hat off his head.

Bill: What was that all about??

Says Bill while rubbing the back of his head before he and Bea start to have an argument, in the meantime we see the camera turn back towards Vinnie and Pete as we hear the classic Western Theme from the Good, The Bad and The Ugly as we hear the classical whistle. Sweat pours from the face of Goth, whose eyes are burning into that of Pete’s.. Pete places his arms together across his chest in a sign of not being impressed by Vinnie as the music starts to increase more and more.

Bill: I still can’t hear it!!!

Bea slaps him across the back of his head as Bea and Bill turn their stares towards Vinnie and Pete, completely forgetting that the burgers and sausages start to get black as coal as they are on top of the BBQ for way too long.

Bea: I am worried that Vinnie is going to jump Pete this time Bill.

Bill doesn’t respond as he had grabbed a handful of baguettes after dipping them into the sauce before eating the. He even hands one towards his wife, only to have her wave it off in annoyance as she is purely focused upon the spectacle in front of her.

Bea: This has to be the War of The Worlds Bill.

Bill: You mean that classical 1938 radio play, where they tried to convince the listeners that Martians were taking over the world??

Bea lowers her head as she starts to shake it while whispering

Bea: (Whispers) I married an idiot.

Bill: What did you say??

Bea: That I love you Bill….

The two smile at each other as Bill is convinced that his wife was telling him the truth of what she said underneath her breath as the classic Western theme starts to get louder and louder as we see the camera turn to the two friends continue to stare to each other.

We see Vinnie having spread his legs as his hands hover above his hips as if he is carrying two revolvers upon his hips.

Vinnie: You feel lucky…. Punk??

The camera switch towards Cacti Pete, who has his arms hovering over where his legs should be if he was a creature with legs. His head moves from left to right before he suddenly turns around and bends forward to grab something.

Bill: What is he doing??

But Bill doesn’t have to wait for too long as Pete turns around with a small cowboy hat on top of his head and a napkin across his neck. The camera zooms in on the napkin as we see a text written : “Don’t shoot, I’m on my ninth life.”

But Vinnie doesn’t seem to care as he narrows his eyes while gesturing his hand towards Bill Barnhart, who looks around before looking down in front of his feet. Noticing that Vinnie was pointing towards his cooks hat.

Bea: Vinnie wants to cooks hat Bill, to even the headgear that Pete is wearing.

Bill hesitantly grabs the hat before walking past Pete, looking at the cacti in fear that it would suddenly draw his shooter. Ony to sigh of relief after handing Vinnie his cooks hat and runs back behind the BBQ and his wife in order to find some protection.

Vinnie: Don’t worry Bill, I intend to shoot but not miss my target.

This causes Bill and Bea to gasp in unison, realizing what Vinnie was suggesting as into taking aim and shoot Pete and vice versa. We see Bill elbow Bea gently against her arm after watching the two friends for five seconds, something that seems to be an eternity.

Bill: How is he going to shoot without an actual gun Bea??

But Bea is too shocked to respond as her eyes wanders over to where both Pete’s and Vinnie’s hands are hovering over. She cannot see any guns, but experience tells her that you can expect the unexpected between the two “friends.” The suspense is taking control over her as she suddenly runs over and stands between both Vinnie and Pete.

Bill: Bea!!! What are you doing??

Bea: Stop this nonsense Pete and Vinnie!!!

We see both Vinnie and Pete lift an arm and point at each other as Vinnie starts to speak.

Vinnie: He started it!!!

Pete can be seen gesturing its arm towards Vinnie as if he is saying the same thing towards his good friend.
Bea; Stop it!! is this childish behaviour between you two coming between your good friendship??!! Are you going to throw that friendship away over something as silly as a BBQ???!!!

Vinnie: But., he started…

Bea: UGH!!! You two are just impossible!!!!

With that Bea storms off, grabbing Bill by the arm s she wants to drag him into their house as Bill struggles to resist the sudden urge in strength from his wife

Bill: Please let me go Bea, I want to see what will happen next!!!

But it is all futile as Bea has slammed the kitchen door shut in front of Bill as he stands there in the kitchen, watching through one of their many small ceramic glass windows, pouting his lip as he cannot help Vinnie from this “dangerous moment”

The camera turns back to Pete and Vinnie, there we see that the sun has caused their shade to fall over the marbles that they are standing on. In  corner we see Iris looking on, second guessing whether she should run in to save her boyfriend Pete… but the Cacti turns towards her, shakes his head no as if to say that this is a war that he must fight upon his own. This causes Iris to yelp and run off as she jumps through the doggy door of the kitchen door and looks on through the window of the living room. There she is barking towards Pete in support of her boyfriend, sadly for her no sound can be heard coming from the room as Pete motions for Vinnie to bring it on. This causes Vinnie to wiggle his fingers on his right hand in anticipation, a smirk appears on his face as he remembers that his mother had always told him when he was younger that he was a fast draw. Something that he did not understood back then, but now many years later he could tell that his mother was a smart individual.

Vinnie spits upon the floor while not taking his eyes off his “friend/opponent” in front of him, causing the suspense to grow to a boiling point. Vinnie raises his eyebrow as he suddenly notices a quick movement from Pete, the rapid gestures of his small arms catches even the quick anticipation of Vinnie off guard. Pete jumps off the floor, grabbing two water guns that Vinnie can be seen wondering where he had got them from as he extends his arm and screams . The movement between the two suddenly turn into slow motion, this also effects the scream of Vinnie where we see a close up between the two men as the closeup continue to switch.

Bill: Oh my God!! He shoots with water!!!

Splashes of water come in contact with Vinnie’s chest, this causes his body to react. His head arcs backwards, his arms raises in the air as if he got shot with bullets and falls down on his back. We see Pete do some flips before landing on his pot with earth while looking over Vinnie. There he looks back to Iris, who starts to jump of joy behind the window before turning his attention back to Vinnie. Tapping his hat in respect for his fallen foe before hobbling over towards the BBQ where the burgers and sausages have burned to a crisp. This causes the shot to move to Bill, who has a tear in his eyes.

Bill: I guess we will order some taco bell….

The Elimination Cometh part 1

We see Vinnie seated in his chair as everyone has left the back garden, the BBQ has been turned of while Vinnie is finishing the remainder of his salad. He waves happily towards the camera before gesturing it to come closer.

Vinnie: Welcome!! I assume that you came here to hear my thoughts upon my match last week as well as the Elimination Chamber?

The camera can be seen moving up and down as to signify that this is the case.

Vinnie: Well then you are in luck!! I am just finishing this salad of a rather successful BBQ, sadly everyone had some reason to just head over to the house. While we all know that when the sun starts to set that fun begins!!!

He winks towards the camera before taking another small bite of the salad.

Vinnie: But it’s all good though, I mean it took me quite some time to clean myself up after realizing that Pete’s water gun possessed not water but glue!!!

The look on his face shows anger over the pistol moment that he and Pete shared a few moments ago.

Vinnie: But that’s all in the past, just like Jayden Harris being unable to win the big one… So congratulations little guy, I guess you finally decided toto wake up and step out of his own shadow… I just hope you put on enough suntan lotion… because I thought I saw some red skin jumping out of nowhere.

He smirks as he takes another bite before placing the plastic plate in front of him on a table as he lets out a loud burb.

Vinnie: Oh man excuse me, that one hit the spot. Just like the fact that earning a spot into this Elimination Chamber is a big thing. I mean, I could jump right back into the promised land when becoming the Number One Contender for the World Title. But it won’t be easy little Vinnie’s.

He sits straight up as he stares into the camera with a look of determination.

Vinnie: Because lets face it kids, I am facing six other men in this structure. A structure that I have been in before, a structure where I lost my SCW championship belt….

He puts his hands in front of his face as he takes a few deep breaths before looking back up towards the camera.

Vinnie: Losing that championship was tough on me, because I was on a roll and people treated me like a Jayden Harris. Either they saw the potential in me, but did not like the baby antics… Or they just felt that I was a little bitch….

He lifts his eyebrow for a moment

Vinnie: Yup, I went there. You see, back then I was denying all criticism… I did not accept to look myself in the mirror. To squeeze the zits in your face and watch the filth pour out of my pours as if to let go of the ugly days…. In order to head to greener pastures.

He lets out a sigh, looks down to his feet before looking up and has a huge smile upon his face.

Vinnie: But now I am back, back in the chamber of dark memories to shine some light upon those who may enter fear for the very first time. You know, you could call me a motivation speaker for those who have trouble getting over that final hump. Because let’s face it little Vinnie’s out there… We are star professionals, we are fighters and enjoy entertaining the masses…. Well most of us do, others just like to stroke their ego or something.

He Shakes his head as he taps his fingers upon the chair that he is sitting on.

Vinnie: Some I have been in the ring with, others it will be the first time. And all I got to say is that I need to let you know amigo’s. I am not going to walk into that Elimination Chamber believing that I am on the top of the world… We already have some egotistical maniacs that are just dying to have their teeth to be sunk into that statement. Me? I am your average Vinnie… the guy who you bump into when you walk out the grocery store and say hi to.

He smiles as he taps himself on the chest.

Vinnie: The guy that you can relate to, the guy who you know has a shot out of a million and yet will do anything that he can to obtain that opportunity. And why not? I have already beaten people for a championship no?? And it is just amazing to see that I could very well be the man that will challenge either Finn Whelan or Alex Jones. And all I have to do is to outlast J2H, Jayden Harris, Hellva Bottom Carter, “Unbreakable” Eddy Lyons, Bill Barnhart and Miles Kasey. And everyone is going to ask themselves: “What do you got to say about everyone Vinnie??”

He slowly rises up from his seat as he walks over towards the leftovers from the BBQ… some burned meat, some final pieces of sauce and Baguettes. He grabs a baguette and lifts it up in front of his face.

Vinnie: Isn’t this a sight to behold? I mean look at it… it is nice, it is normally very soft… But after being in the open air for the entire day it has turned hard.

Vinnie pats the baguette on the table to put more emphasis on his statement.

Vinnie: It’s hard, not enjoyable to chew on. And that is something that I am going to be saying about my amigo Bill. The man that has taken me inside his house because of the accident that has happened prior. A man that questionable has the biggest hart inside that massive chest, but alas amigo. I got to say it my friend, you are clearly the most difficult opponent for me to dish out some heavy blows. Because that we are one amigo, you and me are tight. Something that I cannot forget, but I have to erase it from my mind as soon as we step foot inside that elimination chamber.

He lets out a sigh.

Vinnie: I have to admit, I hope that it doesn’t come to it. But when it does amigo?? Rest assured, I will shake your hand after the match. But during the match?? I will just beat you down like you are any other opponent that I have faced or will face.

He crushes the baguette inside his hand before dropping it on the floor and grabs a burned piece of sausage

Vinnie: this on the other hand?? This is Senor Lyons. The Unbreakable, the man that secured the victory for the team of yours truly and him. A man that had opened up my eyes and told me one thing and that is something that I cannot forget. He is one tough cookie amigo’s…. he could very well be the toughest burrito that I have yet to eat and have my stomach digest. But it is a challenge that I look forward to confront… seeing that I am a man of my word and I just love a challenge… I just hope for your sake Mr. Lyons… that you will not overlook this 6’8 man of a mountain of a former world champion. Because deep down inside, I know that I can scratch that seemingly unbreakable diamond in the rough. It’s quite simple when you come to think about it… you got to beat me… I got to outlast you.

He taps his brain while smiling.

Vinnie: Now I hear you say people, what if you and him start off first?? Again, he must beat me to advance to the next challenge… I have to survive him, just like I need to survive the other gentlemen inside this match. Because lets face it little Vinnie’s. This isn’t the type of match where you waste your energy upon every single second that you can lay out a punch or drive someone to the mat to eliminate them. Oh no, this is the type of match where you need to survive… and seeing that I have been in one already makes me want to go inside once more….

He scratches his head after dropping the piece of meat. He then looks over and sees a left over from a chicken wing.

Vinnie; Have you heard the joke about the chicken who tried to cross the road?? Well apparently the little hatchling that came out of its egg has grown into a rather large and overweight piece of shit.

He lets out a sigh.

Vinnie: Forgive me for the use of my language, but it was rather frustrating to see Jayden Harris somehow beat me. I guess I was too tied up in the stockings that I wore the other day, making me overlook the fellow…. And it cost me… dearly….

He closes his hands to fists.

Vinnie: But just like life gives people a second opportunity, so does SCW… And in this match it will be him locked up, something that should have done a long time ago. To have him pat locked inside that small vicinity, while looking over his shoulders and see me stare back at him.. tapping on my wrist watch to tell him that the time could be up. And I know, I know that only one chamber can open every five minutes… But wouldn’t it be something if our pods opened at the same time?? To have us run at each other’s throats?? But sadly little Vinnie’s, that won’t happen. And you know why??

Vinnie taps his head.

Vinnie: Because Jayden is smart enough to stay away from your uncle Vinnie… He is the type of guy who wants to survive even more than I do… But I guess it will come down to street smarts Jayden..  I hope you got them too amigo.

He throws the chicken wing away before turning towards the sauce.

Vinnie: The sauce that ties everything together, that will erase every lasting piece of uneatable piece of food and make it taste a bit better. But will that make things better?? Oh no, it will only hide its limitations… Just like you Milo… you are search for some kind of sauce that will keep your chances alive. In an attempt to hide the limitations that I have seen inside that tag team match where we opposing figures. It’s not a me telling you that you suck thing, but it is me telling you that I feel you are under the most pressure to perform thing amigo.

He grabs a baguette and dips it in the sauce before taking a bite from it.

Vinnie: I know you will be looking over towards Carter, hoping to have that flame burning in your advantage to team up together. Hoping to eliminate others from the equation.. and who would blame you?? But here’s where the problem is with that plan amigo, it’s every man for themselves… And you need to pull that trigger before the other one will… The question remains… can you??
He waves his hand as he shakes his head.

Vinnie: It’s hard for me to say, but I have already told the world… I have no trouble to put out that dog out of the match if it means for me to advance…. But you are different….

He takes a final bite before turning his attention towards a hamburger.

Vinnie: Fine A type of meat, the quality that everyone who likes to enjoy some meat would love to have upon their plate. Something that I can tell that you are as well Carter, a man that I have known and remember people wanted for you to be the one that would beat me the first time.

He shakes his head.

Vinnie: No that’s unfair, if I remember correctly…. It was 99 percent of the entire chamber that could have cared who would walk out of the chamber… as long it wasn’t me… right??

He looks up at the camera with a smile

Vinnie: Correct me if I am wrong, but I am not. Now I could tell the world that I feel ill will towards you, but that would be too easy no?? I mean seriously, I have moved on… Pete has moved on… the little pipsqueak Milo has moved on… you know, something with moving on. And it makes me think about having nothing but respect for you… yet holding a desire t get inside that structure, to look you in the eye and show case to the world… That I am a better Vinnie… a wiser Vinnie… And quite honestly?? A Vinnie that searches for redemption, but in a respectful way. Because if I manage to do that, I would have come out on top as a collective better man. And let’s all agree, that is what it is all about no??

He smirks as he dips the burger into the sauce, watching it stick into the thick sauce as he turns away.

Vinnie: I wished that all of the other individuals of that match would be in this one as well Carter, but alas… it is not to be. But I know that these other names that I have mentioned before will call me many bad things… childish words to rattle me.. and all I have to do is just listen, smile and shake my head… Because Vinnie is here to stay… and to survive…

He then turns towards the salad, by miracle an untouched salad.

Vinnie: And then I guess I will go to the crème dela crème.. a man that has invented the word brash antics, the man that will use all of his ideal catch phrases….

He shrugs his shoulders as he does not leave his eyes from the salad

Vinnie: But don’t take these words as if I am underestimating him amigo’s… he can back them all up… a man that has already guaranteed himself to become the next number one contender whomever walks out as world champion. And what can I say to have him change his mind???

His eyes darken a little, his hands slowly surround the salad on either side

Vinnie: Nothing amigo’s, just like each and every other persont hat I have faced he will tell me that I cannot do it. But unlike others that I have faced, he will do it with such a conviction, with such an enjoyable tone in his voice that makes you have the hair on the back of your neck stand up… refer to everything that you have done wrong… how he is above all… how the company eeds him to save it for the millionth time…

He sighs…

Vinnie: Forgive me, I thought I was talking about a legendary wrestler… but apparently I am referring to the cook book that I know is circulating somewhere on the black market.. you know, you got cooks like a Gordon Ramsey, men that have a foul mouth the moment that they wake up and will take with them the moment that they go to sleep.

He looks at the camera with a serious expression on his face.

Vinnie: And why change something that has worked no? I will give you that J2H… I will acknowledge your achievements… but what I will also acknowledge is the fact that I got to outlast the greatest wrestler in this companies history period… And I know it is going to be tough, but I will do so… because the world does not need a J2H… the world does not need to be saved by you AGAIN… Because the world needs some Shiny, Happy People…. A smile upon my face, a nice played tune in their ears that will continue to play inside their heads when they go home… And all I have to tell you as well as each and every individual out there.. I am going to outlast you… to be the final man that will leave the Elimination Chamber and become the Number One Contender…

Vinnie: Isn’t that a lovely thought?? I know it does…. And I look forward to digest all of your words people… only to swipe it away in my quest to do the unthinkable….

With that he pushes the salad off the table and turns around as he walks away from the camera.

   Cactus Pete’s travels

Vinnie: You may ask yourself where have you been Vinnie?? Well, I had to stay at home and wait for Pete to return from his impressive travels. And this week I will share his first steps in a grown up world.

We hear some rumbling from Pete, trying to get Vinnie’s attention as we see Vinnie sit in an lounge chair with a large book in front of him.

Vinnie: Apologies, I meant him and his friend Donkey.

He takes a sip from the glass of water before placing his reading glasses on top of his nose, he scrapes his throat a few times before he starts to read.

Vinnie: It all started at the stable where we keep our donkeys, yes. I am a donkey herder, it is nearly a national treasure in my city as every child loves to ride one.

We see Pete jump around, causing the pot that he is in making a lot of noise on the marble floor.

Vinnie: And Cacti as well, sadly I was so rude interrupted by my amigo here that I was unable to get to the point.

Pete stops jumping and waves a white flag, clearly trying to make peace with Vinnie.

Vinnie: I had to saddle him, I had to adjust the seatbelts in order for him to keep seated in the baby seat that we use for him. I had to add a blanket, merely because he often gets cold feet…

He turns his attention towards the camera with a concerned look on his face

Vinnie: (whisper) Do not tell him that he has got none okay??

The camera nods as Vinnie turns his attention to where he left off.

Vinnie: I handed him his Tabled and some charged Power Banks. Because the desert land of Mexico is far and wide and sadly there aren’t many charging poles that work on sun power.

He takes a sip of water

Vinnie: He took a picture of his mami, you know that Perra called Iris… She is a Bulldog, she eats a lot and shits even more.

Pete can be seen nodding his head before looking at a picture of Iris

Vinnie: And then he went, he used his compass to at least not get distracted. Last time he tried to hitch with a truck was the day that he ended up in Antarctica…

Pete raises his arms

Vinnie: He was meant to get me an ice cream cone from next door, it took me quite some time to get him a one way ticket back to Tijuana, Mexico… plane flights don’t happen every day from Antarctica do not happen every single day.

He sighs.

Vinnie: That’s why he demands to have a blanket with him at all times.

Pete nods his head as he snuggles up with a warm blanket.

Vinnie: I did suggest to take a microwave with him, but when he told me that he had some matches with him I knew he had become a man.

Pete pushes his chest upwards with pride, causing him to cough as he catches a cold

Vinnie: So he rode off into the sunset, he didn’t got far though as his donkey stopped at the nearest Bed and Breakfast named Juanita’s B&B. They had a discount offer of fifty percent off the normal price and Pete has got some back issues.

Vinnie turns a page as he looks at the next few lines that were written before he looks up and takes another sip.

Vinnie: Pete wanted to learned what it would be like to stand upon his own two feet….

He looks at Pete and sighs

Vinnie: I mean stand on his own dirt inside his pot, to take matters in his own two hands as well as me finally getting my bed back for my own. So he ordered the most expensive room, only to call me for me transfer some money as he had forgotten that his payment wouldn’t be due in the next five days. But that was only a small delay

He stops for a moment as he looks with pride to his friend

Vinnie: Pete even made sure that his donkey got some fresh water, some food to eat and a carrot to chew on as a small desert. Pete sure as hell loves his donkey, whose name is Justin.

A moment of silence as Vinnie’s facial expression slowly changes.

Vinnie: But Justin wasn’t satisfied, he got tired of just being Pete’s donkey!!!

Pete nods his head in agreement before lowering it as a tear drops on to the ground inside his pot.

Vinnie: No, Justin wanted to be recognized as a good little donkey. Believing since he ran fifteen feet towards the local rest room to crap in whatever hole he could find!!! Just because he finished off his very first burrito, something that has never repeated either… because the damn animal realized that he preferred to be a Vegetarian.

Pete nods his head aggressive while punching his fist.

Vinnie: Who calls his donkey Justin anyways?? It should be Donkey like that animal that sounded quite like Eddie Murphy, or even Julio or Miquel… Those are true Animal lovers names… Just like Pete is for a cacti.

Vinnie takes a final sip before placing the glass back on the table next to him as he continues to read.

Vinnie: Luckily for Pete that Justin had a sister by the name of Juanita, a true full bred donkey with passion and determination. So all in all I would say that the first steps into manhood was a successful one for the young and brash Pete.

Pete stands up proud, chest forwards and pretending that he is wearing a Super Man cape

Vinnie; And with that here ends the first chapter in the tale of Pete leaving home, exploring the wilderness that is Mexico. Learning the hard lessons that every young adult man has to learn… only to come back to me and live off my pay check once more.

With that Pete nods his head in approval as Vinnie gets up and walks off as that ends the shot

For now.

Just-In case…

We see Vinnie standing in a phone booth, all disguised as he is wearing a rain coat while the sun is shining brightly and no rain is falling. His hand is typing in the number that he wants to call before looking around to see if anyone is watching him while he is listening to the phone ringing on the other end of the line.

Voice: Hello???

Vinnie: Justin??

Voice: Uhm, yes… this is Justin De…

Vinnie: Listen Justin…, I am going to beat you during Climax Control.

Voice: Excuse me? I don’t know who you are talking about. But I am Justin De…

Vinnie interrupts the voice on the other line once more.

Vinnie: You know something Justin?? I don’t like doing promo’s the old fashion way…

Justin: Excuse me??

Vinnie: You know, talking to a camera and act all tranquilo is not my thing hombre. I prefer to direct my attention to the person at hand, so at least I will get to see… or in your case hear his reaction.

Justin: But…,

Vinnie grabs hold of the phone, covering his mouth as he is whispering softly

Vinnie: I am watching you amigo, you should watch out because danger is close at hand.

Justin: Is that you Vinnie??

Vinnie stops, looking around in the phone booth in fear of someone having found him. Only to see that nobody is looking into his direction as he lets out a sigh.

Vinnie: Err…, who wants to know?

Justin: Look Vinnie, I am Justin Decent.. The ring announcer from Sin City Wrestling. I think you got me confused with…

Vinnie: You are a lucky man amigo, just because you know who is targeting you does not mean you are off the hook!!!

Justin Decent: What???

Vinnie: Si senor, I am the master of disguises. I can be the waitress that is serving you a plate of soup, or I could be the taxi driver that picks you up at the airport!!!

Justin sighs on the other end of the line

Justin Decent: Look Vinnie, first of all I always ride with a limo and secondly?? What kind of soup??

Vinnie scratches his chin, clearly he had not thought of that question as he remains silent for a few moments.

Vinnie: I like Chicken soup…

Justin: I like that one too

Vinnie smiles satisfied, believing that he talked himself out of a difficult predicament before turning back into a mean mug and starts to interrogate Justin Decent once more.

Vinnie: So you register yourself under a different name when you go to the hotel huh Mr. Smith??

Justin Decent: I am not…

Vinnie: How dare you to betray all of your fans who stand outside the hotel in the pooring rain, hoping to catch a glimpse of Mr. Smith!! While you do not look anything like him!!

Justin Decent: But…

Vinnie is relentless as he doesn’t stop and clearly isn’t listening to reasoning

Vinnie: For that I am going to beat you Decent!! Err Smith!! Err.. whatever!! I am going to rock your boat, I am going to school you into moves that you have never seen before!!

Justin Decent: Vinnie look, this was fun. But I really have to hang up now.

Vinnie: SURE!! Just hide in whatever shithole you can find Smith!! I will catch you anyways when we meet in the ring… I will make sure that you will see double!!

Justin Decent: Look Vinnie, Justin Smith is a wrestler… I am an announcer… You cannot harm me in any way or else you get suspended.

Vinnie gets all worked up as he is about to shout, but ultimately rebounds and whispers

Vinnie: Are you threatening me?? I will find a way hombre, I will find  a way!!!!

Vinnie hears a click as the connection gets broken, he stands there with a puzzled look on his face.

Vinnie: I guess it was Justin Decent, I must have rang the wrong number.

He shrugs before hanging up, only to turn around and stare into the camera.

Vinnie: Hola, welcome to the first class of how to get under the skin of your opponent. You see Mr. smith is under the assumption that I am an idiot, that I am considering attacking a ring announcer instead of dropping him. Well he is wrong, because I have studied his every move and his every word ever spoken. And let me tell you, they all look and sound the same!!!

He takes off his rain coat and drops it on the floor as he flexes his muscles.

Vinnie: Look at me, I mean seriously… just look at me, I am the former World and Internet champion of this company. I have done more in one night than this guy is still waiting to accomplish inside the ring throughout his entire career. I mean seriously, this perro is hoping for a second victory in row, well I am looking forwards to trim my beard and get my nails done tonight by my favourite Chica Penelope.

He winks as he smiles.

Vinnie: But don’t worry Justin, I will be ready to be ready on time to kick your Culo. You do know that this is Spanish for ass right?? Something that we Latino’s know a few things about as it is in our heritage that we got the best of asses. Therefore we all know a thing or two of kicking it, slapping it and well anything else that your dirty mind can imagine amigo.
He shakes his head.

Vinnie: I have been waiting, waiting for my amigo to return so that I could leave my house and perform once more. I am going to kick you, I am going to suplex you and si amigo. I am even going to beat you in hand clap, traditional Irish folklore dancing and bag pipe playing like the Scottish do. And you look at me, I am not even from the UK!!!

Vinnie flexes his muscles.

Vinnie: I am a Mariachi in heart, that means that I have studied the fine art of letting your fingers do the talking  while playing the guitar. I have learned to hit an emotional note while singing and that is exactly what I am going to do to you. I am going to use my fingers to work over you and hit an emotional note when I crush you. Yes amigo, I am going to out wrestle you like I did when I out thought former world champion Austin James Mercer. Because I am Vinnie… and you are not…. Smith….

With that Vinnie grabs the raincoat before turning his attention back towards the camera.

Vinnie: Just know that you will get smashed by Vinnie….

With that the shot fades.

Final Opportunity part two

We see Goth and Melissa walk the sandy beaches of Zandvoort as his son is running around with their Labrador while enjoying the sand. Goth’s face is showing a broad smile, enjoying their son and dog having a great time while having his beautiful wife wrap her arms around his muscular arm.

“I’m so happy we came here”

Melissa says as she lays her head against his shoulder while pushing some hair out of her face as she continues to enjoy Goth’s son. Goth agrees as he nods his head and wraps his arm around her and pulls her tighter against him. The two ultimately stop as she wraps her arms around his waist as she looks him in the eyes.

“Maybe we should both just retire from wrestling and start our family here.”

Goth raises an eyebrow, not expecting Melissa saying this as he knew she had a desire to once again compete inside the six sided ring.

“Are you sure?”

He asks before kissing her on the lips, the two pull away from each other as he has that puzzled look on his face that she always thought was so adorable.

“I thought you wanted to get back in the ring?”

She lets out a sigh as he commented upon her statement, leaning her head against his chest as she presses her hand upon his heart as she start to caress it.

“I did, but the last few weeks made me realize that having Gerrit Jr. around all the time has caused my needs to be a parent to grow and….”

She looks away, trying to find the right words to say before she turns her gaze back to the man she loves so much. She smiles as she feels his hand brush her hair, pulling some of it out of her face as he stares deeply into those wonderful eyes.

“I want you to be sure, because I don’t want you to give up all your dreams just because you feel this way now. I mean…”

She places her hand upon his mouth, shushing him to be quiet as she gives him one of the warmest smiles he has ever seen from her. This causes him to melt as he nods his head and wraps his arm around her waist as they start to walk once more while enjoying the view of the long beach and Goth’s son playing with their dog.

“You do realize that you have a problem when I beat Finn Whelan right??”

The two share a small laugh as they continue their walk, they are a quiet for a few moments as Goth’s son shouts at his father to hurry up. Goth acknowledge it by nodding his head as he gives it his best shot to run after the youngster, knowing full well that after enduring so much punishment to his body that his son had the edge on him.

Melissa starts to smile, watching her husband run after his son and dog while the three of them have a good time. She thinks back to her question towards Goth about starting a family as this causes a guilt to come over her, reminding herself how much she enjoyed wrestling and will probably miss it very much eventually.

She turns her head sideways, staring at the small waves of the North Sea as she sees a surfer is being pushed aside by the wind against its sail. She admires the surfer for a few moments, realizing he is taking on an ancient adversary in a few of God’s creation in water and wind.

She remains standing there, wrapping her arms around her waist as she lowers her head, letting out a sigh as she acknowledges that she isn’t sure whether she wants to give up her desire to fight other competitors inside the ring ropes.

“Damnit Gerrit, why do you always have to make things so hard on me??”

She says as she runs a finger past her left eye as she felt a tear emerge, she lets out a deep breath while trying to regain her composure as she looks around as she sees Goth having put his son on top of his shoulders as they are approaching Melissa as Goth Jr. starts to wave towards her as she returns it with one of her own. The sight causes her desire to have a family with the three of them if Goth would ultimately retire.

“But I don’t want you to retire Gerrit”

She whispers softly before Goth comes gets face to face with her, planting a kiss on her mouth before telling Melissa and his son that he has booked a restaurant for them to eat at near the beach. Causing them to react in an excited cheer before turning to continue their walk, yet the doubt continues to roam her mind as the shot slowly fades.

A few moments later we see Goth and Melissa as well as his son seated at a restaurant enjoying their food while their dog has been brought towards his mother at their holiday house.

“This is great dad, I wish we could do this every single day!!”

His son utters quite happily, causing both Goth and Melissa to smile towards him as Goth puts his hand on top of his head and starts to run it through his hair.

“Hey!! Cut that out!!!”

The three of them share a laugh as Melissa excuses herself as she needs to head to the ladies room, rising up from her seat as she walks over towards the toilets as she opens the door and turns her direction towards the toilets, but decides to walk over towards the mirror and check her makeup.

“Maybe I should convince Gerrit to take his son to live with us in Manhattan, then he can continue to compete in the ring and I can still consider whether I want to return to the ring… Or….”

Her thoughts travel off as she sees someone walk in, the two ladies nod their head politely towards each other as the other woman opens the door towards the toilet before closing it again. Melissa sighs, places her hands upon the sink and looks at herself. The uncertainty about what will be their future after this coming weekend has caused her to second guess herself. She witnessed the return of her close friend Kat, cheering her on from behind the curtain as she competed inside the ring as if she had never left the sport in it’s entirety. And yet it caused her to want to run out and kick the ass of every Bombshell competitor that was booked on that weeks card.

“I know I still have it.”

She chuckles as she decides to turn her attention to one of the toilets as she enters for a few moments before returning again in order for her to wash her hands. The cold water splashes upon her hand before she starts to soap her hands and then washes it off before drying them. Through the entire time she could not help but gaze back into the mirror, admiring herself as that causes her to bring a smile upon her face.

“I bet some of the girls out there had let out a sigh of relief when I went on a break.”

That is followed by her closing her eyes and lets out a sigh, she had to admit she had missed the war she had with the ladies. She had enjoyed winning the title belts and sharing her success with the man that willingly put himself second for her to succeed. The thought causes that familiar feeling start to grow inside of her.

“I do not want to retire as well…. And yet…”

The sight of her and Goth with his son causes a different feeling start to combat the passion of her wanting to compete once more. This causes frustration to come over her as she is about to spin around and execute a spinning backfist, only to look into the puzzled look of a young woman that just entered through the door as the two women stare at each other in utter silence.

Melissa apologizes towards the woman as she walks past her, ignoring the puzzled look that the young woman had on her face as she walks over towards the table where she had left Goth and his son.

“Where have you been all this time??”

Goth asks with a smile upon his face as he puts some food to his mouth as he winks towards his wife as she sits down.

“I nearly punched some poor girl’s lights out.”

Goth raises an eyebrow, only to have his son beat him to the punch as he reacts excitedly to Melissa’s comment.

“Way to go Melissa!!!”

Melissa blushes a bit before turning her attention towards the plate that had been brought to the table in her absence.

“I guess I better start wearing head gear again.”

Causes Goth to say with a big time smile upon his face as Melissa growls at him playfully before punching him in the shoulder.

“Why don’t you finish eating Mister!!”

Melissa says as the two smile before they return their dinner, only for Goth to place his left hand upon the right of Melissa after he has finished his dinner. The two lock eyes without saying a word, but deep down inside the two already know what they want to do. The moment gets broken when the waiter approaches them and asked if they had enjoyed their dinner and whether they wish to have a desert.

“I want a sorbet!!!”

Says Goth’s son with an excited tone as this causes Goth to roll his eyes and lifts his hands up in surrender.

“Alright, alright. I give in…”

Melissa puts a napkin towards her mouth as she hides a giggle, they accept the desert menu as they take a few moments before deciding that all three of them want the same. Melissa watches the waiter leave before turning her attention back towards Goth who gives her a knowing nod with the head.

“What??”

She asks him as he shakes his head before taking a sip from a cup of coffee before turning his attention towards her.

“There was something that I wanted to save for tomorrow, but seeing how much fun we are heaving today I realize I can spoil the surprise right now.”

He winks towards Melissa before turning his attention towards his son.

“Gerrit, how would you feel about moving to Manhattan with us and stay with us permanently??”

The shock on his son’s face quickly changes to a verry happy one as he lets out a scream of excitement. He then jumps into his father’s arms as the two hug each other, making Melissa smile happily.

“I guess everyone can follow their dream so it seems.”

Melissa says as she and Goth stare at each other and smile as the shot fades.


The Final Stand. Rp 2

“The power of what you believe”

A sentence that is being written down upon a chalkboard inside a university classroom where we see Goth stand in front of it, wearing a black Armani suit with his arms behind his back. He gazes at the chalkboard, studying the sentence that he had written down before finally letting out a sigh as he turns his face sideways and acknowledges the camera crew with a smile.

“If you had told me back in the day that I would be standing here, my countries biggest university I would have told you that you are insane.”

He returns his focus back upon the chalkboard once more, the lines of his mouth slowly widens as he lets out a satisfied smile.

“I was a foolish youngster, easily manipulated by the promises from the wrong people. Believing that they had the best of interest with me, only ultimately realizing that I was just another pawn upon their chessboard of a crime syndicate.”

A moment of silence comes over him as his face hardens when he refers to the painful memories of his youth.

“I guess the promises of wealth and riches is too much for a young and poor teenager to resist, promises that ultimately sucked me deeper and deeper into shit. And who did I blame for all the problems that I got myself into??”

He cocks his head sideways, staring back towards the camera as he smirks.

“Indeed, I blamed everyone but myself. I guess that’s what people do don’t they?? Point a finger towards another, blinded by stupidity and never look at themselves for a moment whether they were wrong or have made a mistake. Yet, we are always right when someone else fails, never learning from the mistakes of others. How typical isn’t it??”

“So you may ask yourself why Goth? Why are you saying this? Well isn’t it obvious? Isn’t it ironic that our beloved world heavyweight champion tried to educate me?? The man who proclaimed to have his own prophecy… His own believes and even daring to educate me….”

He raises an eyebrow as he walks over towards the chalkboard, places both of his hands across the board as he scratches his fingernails across the fabric that causes a loud sound to be heard that sends chills down his spine. He finally stops after a few moments, turning to walk towards the first desk in front of him as he places his hands upon it and stares into the camera.

“You had a lot to say Finn, I was rather entertained by the Peacock references that you had made. And yet I cannot help but wonder whether you truly believe to have the significance all being directed towards me, yet instead I cannot help but smile at the similarity between that animal and the nature of our beloved World Heavyweight Champion. Because lets face it Finn, aren’t we all walking to the beat of our drum??”

He shakes his head as he hisses softly before taking a seat upon the desk in front of him, loosening the buttons of his jacket as he places his hands across his left knee and stares at the chalk board and the sentence that he had written down earlier.

“But I guess it’s all a matter whether you believe something or not isn’t it?? Whether you wish to acknowledge someone else’s words, how you wish to acknowledge my words and then decide to do whatever you wish with it. Can I alter your opinion Finn? Can I make you a believer??”

“It’s all a matter whether you wish to believe me Finn, I cannot force you to accept me…. All I can do is try and convince you that there is only one way…. And that way is straight through me.”

He closes his eyes, inhales deeply as he takes in the sent of the room. He lets out a soft laugh as he places his hands to either side of his body as he leans back a little before getting back to his feet and readjusts his jacket.

“Now I applaud you for your futile attempts to rattle my brains over a few meaningless questions Finn. Quite honestly, I wonder where in your ultimate wisdom do you ever assume I have either taken you or any other opponent in my twenty year plus career lightly?? Underestimating your opponent is the worst thing that you can do inside those ropes. But I understand why you took it that way, because you have witnessed firsthand the aura of invincibility that oozes down my body every time that I step through those three ropes and stare down any of my opponents. Puzzling your brain over the fact that you have beaten me for the first time in a one on one confrontation, because lets be honest Finn. You only gained a victory over me on paper when Chronic Chris Page thwarted my chance to stop you from securing a victory. But alas, a win is a win and I will grant you that as a man…”

“You see Finn, you can say all you want. No matter whether you are right or not, it doesn’t matter. Because deep down inside there is only one truth in life, that is MY word against any out there who wants to differentiate themselves from me…. Why? Isn’t it obvious Finn?? People want to believe without truly want to acknowledge the TRUTH when it stares them down face to face. There is no other way for me Finn, I am blessed with the burden of taking your sinful thoughts and deeds upon my shoulders just like I did with Austin James Mercer, just like I did with Alexander Raven, Hell I even am willing to throw in the name of Justin that I have faced on the last possible Climax Control… Because indeed Finn, it will be my final match when you manage to beat me one more time. I may have left this company a few times before, but never on my own terms that satisfied ME instead of the fans or management that have their own personal opinions of who they wish to have their strings pulled as the puppet masters they attempt to be.”

“You see Finn, it’s quite simple. There is nobody in this company that could fill my shoes as being your first title defence. There is not a damn soul that walks through those curtains and enters that arena that KNOWS that all of their attention is fixed upon that one person like I can…. Like I will on YOUR first title defence. So whether you are actually disappointed on the fact that nobody stepped up to the plate is nothing more than an excuse isn’t it??”

“And yet obviously you will tell me that I am merely an arrogant ass, you will tell me that I am a liar and will seek another excuse for why I should have another shot at that damn title. A title that in three plus years since my return I have only had one opportunity for before our Tournament finals Finn. Again, another weak example of trying to find an excuse to rattle my brain in the hope that I will lose my cool and show my “True Nature??” I guess you have at least tried, something that I have not seen from others that I have faced before and you know it.”

He slowly takes off his jacket as he carefully places it upon the desk before him after having turned around and starts to unbutton the sleeves of his buttoned down shirt.

“I guess you have not paid too much attention to what I truly said Finn, I guess your you only remember that what you wish to remember. A flaw in God’s creation that I should forgive while moving on right?? God sent his only given son to die upon the cross, to have people spat on him and make fun of him while HE only said to forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.”

“Isn’t that love Finn? Isn’t that a willing sacrifice that HE accepted to do even though you could ask yourself whether he should have done so? A willing sacrifice that I intend to put upon not only myself, but you as well Finn. The sacrifice that I am willing to retire IF I am unable to beat you Finn. Career vs. Title Finn… Because you have to understand that I wish to win that championship belt away from you for a final time, even though my career has been a satisfying one even if you look past Sin City Wrestling. Something that you can only dream about… And yet Finn, I want more. I am to the point of seriously NO return as I have already put my signature under the dotted line, having told to both Christian Underwood and Mark Ward that I will retire from Pro Wrestling the moment that I lose my next match. And I want you to look me in the eyes and understand something perfectly clear.”

The camera zooms in on Goth as he starts to unbutton every single button of his buttoned down shirt until his chest is visible.

“You ask me all these questions, because you don’t understand why I put myself into the position that you should be at. Not understanding why someone who lost still  believes that ultimately I am the victor in everything…. It confuses you to the point that you scratch your brain while reminding the world what I have said about you…. About your chances of winning that title… And I will not change anything that I have said about you Finn, not even though I have congratulated you for winning that championship the last time we faced. And you know why Finn??”

“Because I am on that path that has been set in stone since day one, you may mock me for telling the world that I come back stronger, faster and whatever frustrated words that you could find inside that miserable brain of yours. I cannot change the direction that I am heading, the trail that must bring me to that championship belt that you are holding. Making it obvious that I am not having an ounce of doubt inside my brain whether I can beat you. Because history has already shown that can and isn’t that enough Finn??”

“But I will play along, I will show emotions beyond my reach and tell the world how much I dread to wake up on the day of the show when I step foot inside that ring. To step foot inside that ring for the very last time, have fake tears run down my cheeks as I desperately try to grab hold of final straw that will give me hope to overcome the  odds that are seemingly impossible to overcome.”

“Wouldn’t that be something Finn? Wouldn’t that make people start to wonder? Will that create some internet buzz across the world, where some of my old wrestling matches will become viral in the mere assumption that after this coming weekend it may all be over for me?? No more Goth in Sin City Wrestling?”

He smirks as he shakes his head

“You see how easily people are influenced Finn? Because it’s all that they wish to believe, it’s all that they take from a few simple words and doubt start to creep down their heads. Because in their minds there is two options, I either win or lose… And that’s the difference between me, them and you Finn. Like I have said before, you can win the fight but I will always win the war. Because I have been a survivor since my teens Finn, I have survived no matter what people threw at me or told me. And guess what? You are just another example of what I have been fighting against to change their minds since my fucking teens.”

Goth points towards the board while remaining focused upon the camera.

“Do you know why I wrote that Finn?? I wrote that because you attempted to educate the world about people like me, how ironic to see someone like you comparing me with others similar to me. There’s nobody in this world that is like me, nobody can even come close!! So the mere fact that you are dropping your Oprah imitation because you read a book before the camera’s started running and the little bitches out there will nod to each and every word that you utter as if they are eating some fucking popcorn. And all I have to say about that Finn, don’t pretend to be anything that you are not. Keep it relevant, keep it to the point that none of us figure out that you are nothing more than a pretender.”

“And I’m not talking about the Prophecy, using it as an innuendo instead of truly believing it. But that’s alright Finn, because you are pretending to know something about a prophecy just like you pretend to know what it is like to be a World Heavyweight Champion.”

He hisses between his teeth as he lets out a sigh before running his hand through his hair before he turns his attention back to the camera.

“You pretend to pride yourself to wear that belt and be a champion like a Ben Jordan, like a J2H, like a Fenris.. Hell even like ME!! But pretending only get you this far in this business Finn, because you start to believe your own bullshit that you alter to adapt to anyone else. While when you talk about me, I am the one that acts like a champion 24/7 365 days a year. And I don’t care whether you don’t believe me, I don’t care whether you come up with arguments that I am a hypocrite or anything else. Because that’s who I am, that’s how I have lived as a pro wrestler over 20 years… And that’s why I believe that I will beat you like I did the last time. And just because you won the battle, does not mean that you are going to grab that flag and raise it in the air in victory over me.”

“So in that aspect Finn, I am going to school you this coming Sunday. I am going to educate you in what it is like to face a man that you proclaim to be desperate, while I am just thirsty for that crown one last time before I head to the sunset and look down upon the world with a warming smile. A smile because I have left behind a legacy that people like you need to fight for so much more and wake up every single morning with the realization that you can’t. And that’s something that you have to live with for the rest of your stinking life.”

“So what does that mean? It means that you can try and look to the past, but nothing from the past prepares yourself for the present and the future. And what does the present and future bring you?? A retention?? Or to look up when my arm is being raised in the air as YOUR next SCW world heavyweight champion. And that’s when your believe fails you Finn, that’s when your hopes will fail you. Because you can deny me, you can ignore me… And you sure as hell can quote all the past things that I have said, but I tell you like it is Finn Whelan. I will obtain that world heavyweight championship, or walk off and retire. But no matter what happens, I will walk off as a champion that I have stated a few moments ago. Something that cannot be copied by merely pretending. So enjoy your championship belt for now, because The Messiah of Pain is coming…”

He grabs the camera and palms it as the shot fades.

Good Friday

It’s Friday, march the 29th. A few days before Easter as we see Goth and Melissa walk around the streets of Manhattan, New York. Heading for the Good Friday service as they hold each other’s arm s around each other while holding each other’s hands. Goth feels the wind blow through his hair as his thoughts are with the true purpose of this Christian Celebration before shaking his head as the thought of how many people would celebrate Easter while hunting for eggs.

“Are you alright sweetie??”

Asks Melissa as she leans her head against his shoulder, looking over at her with a smile as he sees her look up at him underneath her hat that she is sporting. Watching the curls sway with every step that she makes before stopping and planting a kiss upon her lips.

“The true meaning of Easter I will give Justin Smith on Climax Control.”

The two stare at each other for a few moments before a smile emerging upon their faces as they kiss each other one more time before Goth taking Melissa’s arm in his.

“But all kidding aside Mel, I just feel the need to give a preach to all of these people that think Good Friday is where we sit on your couches or stand outside while watching a rendition of The Passion. Where we all stand still for an hour or so, watching some B-rated artists sing a few songs and play a role, where we all tell each other that we should do something to make this world a better place. And yet, what truly happens???”

He cocks his head sideways, resting it upon that of Melissa for a few moments as they are standing in front of a red light while waiting for the signal to cross the street.

“We go hunting for Chocolate eggs on Sunday Morning and devour some stupid Easter Bunny.”

He says while rolling his eyes as Melissa playfully pokes him in the ribs.

“I saw you devour that chocolate Easter Bunny I gave you a few years ago…”

The two laugh as Goth nods his head, realizing that she had made a point. Only for the lights to turn to green as that prevents him to give her a smart ass remark back in return. The two continue their walk, watching the people pass them from either side. Goth softly squeezes her hand, unable to resist the frustration of how so many Celebrations have been altered to Commercial income for businesses instead of spreading the true message of his Saviour. But alas, he shakes his head and lets out a sigh. Realizing that he cannot force people to see things his way, only to express his views if people feel the need to listen.

“Easy with the fingers Gerrit, I can’t feel any blood flow running through them.”

Says Melissa with a soft giggle, causing Goth to snap out from his thoughts. Not realizing that his thoughts had caused him his hand to squeeze tightly as he softly apologizes with a blush upon his face. The two continue their walk until they reach the church, Goth stops for a moment as he closes his eyes and let an old prayer run through his head that his mother once taught him before entering the church where they start to listen to the church service.

*After the Service*

We see Goth and Melissa exit the church, only to stop and talk to some familiar faces that they have befriended with. We see a different look on Goth’s face as if he has been rejuvenated by the service. The two take a walk through Central Park as they always do after a church service to clear their thoughts and talk about anything in particular.

“Too bad that you have to travel to Phoenix for Climax Control, I had to tell Gerrit Jr. that we wouldn’t be at home this weekend.”

Goth nods his head after hearing his wife talk, he had been wanting to spend some time with his son. But he already told him that he would allow him to join them at the next Super Card Blaze of Glory, the night where he wants to undo what happened at the last Super Card.

“It is the one worrisome thing that I do not like about my profession dear, but then again. He knows that this won’t go on forever. I promised him that he can come live with us after he has finished his education as long with my other promise to him.”

Melissa looks up at him with a questionable look on her face.

“You mean??”

Goth runs his fingers through her hair smiling, thinking back to the conversation that he once had with his son and realizes that he knows that he does not have an eternal wrestling career.

“I wanted to return to the ring upon my own terms Mel, I have accomplished everything that I could accomplish in the past few years. But the final step has been eluding me so far and I have looked myself in the mirror and asked me the very question whether Father Time truly has kicked my ass or whether I can prolongate it for a bit longer.”

He says with a smile upon his face, realizing that he cannot resist the feeling of a tear coming down his right cheek as Melissa gently wipes it from his face.

“Besides, I think that it is time that the world will relive the woman they call Lady Goth.”

This brings a smile upon her face as she leans in and places a kiss upon his lips before whispering a soft thank you to the man that she loves so much. Their fingers intwine as they stand there for a moment until a cold wind blows in the face of Melissa, causing Goth’s hair to cover her face for a bit as the two share a passionate laugh.

“I want to be there at your side after I have retired Mel, but I need to prove something to the world and mostly to myself. I need to prove that I can hold that championship belt for a final time, to have a meaningful title reign, something that has not been a kind memory for me.”

He lowers his head, takes a few deep breaths as he feels the vein in his neck twitch a little before looking up at his wife as he feels her soft fingers brush against his cheek.

“I want to bring home that title to the Saviors, I want to have Mac Bane, Ken Davison, Peter Vaughn stand on that entrance ramp when I have won that damn belt. Hell, even SuMa and Chris Page, two names that have been a part of the Saviors.”

“And don’t forget our sisters Kat and Kim dear, they will kick your ass if you do not acknowledge them.”

“Kat would spear me in the swimming pool if she has her way with me.”

The two burst out in laughter at the running joke between Goth and Kat for the past two Summer XXXTreme Super Card shows on the cruise ship.

“But yes, I want them all be there. I want them to be at the high point of my career, because they were there at the lowest of my career. A moment in my life where nobody could have given two cents about me…. to everyone else I was dead, but the Saviors knew that I would get back from the dead. Because they knew and they believed in the prophecy.”

Melissa nods her head at his spoken words, tightening her grip in his hands before he lifts her hands towards his lips and kisses them tender before his expression turns into one of a determined one.

“But until that moment comes I still have a few things that I need to do, like showing Justin Smith the true meaning of Good Friday and Easter.”

The two continue to stare at each other as the shot slowly fades.

*Carrying the cross*

Th shot returns to where we see Goth and Melissa take a seat upon the private plane towards Phoenix, Arizona. The two are enjoying a moment of peace as Melissa is listening to some music while Goth is reading the Bible, only to close it as he has noticed the camera crew approaching him.

“On our way to Phoenix, on my way to put down Justin in such proportions that I wish to send a signal for the entire Sin City Wrestling universe a reminder who I truly am.”

He places the Bible upon his lap as he looks at his wife and smiles.

“See that?? The next in line to have a historical career like I have. She is chomping to return inside the ring and bash the heads in of every single Bombshell in this company, but you know why she has not returned yet Justin??”

“I tell you why, because she understands. She understands that the entire focus should be upon me, that I need to concentrate to achieve that final chapter in my career of holding that world champion for a final time. And trust me, it is not like it is a distraction for me to manage her career as well as wrestle for my own, but she respects me just as much as she loves me whereas she is giving up her moment to shine so that I can stand alone under that spotlight.”

He smirks as he raises his index finger and moves it from left to right

“But don’t think that I am saying these words as if I am the only one, because I have undying love for each and everyone out there including yours. Oh yeah Justin, I even notice the lowest of the low that normally would be wiped from underneath my boots as the dirt that you get walking in the desert. But I am so much different than any ordinary individual, because the Messiah of Pain is beyond ordinary!! I dare to what you want me to be, yet cannot accept me to be…. Does that make sense to you Justin???”

“Of course it doesn’t, because I am sure that you are just like each and every other newly arrival. Let me guess, you came from a training facility?? Still wet behind the ears?? Told that you were the head of the class? A prospect that would cause the fans to cheer as you want to do things the right way??”

He shakes his head and lets out a sigh while leaning his head against the head rest of the seat that he is sitting in.

“I am the way Justin, I am the way to everything that you have ever wished for. All you have to do is to give up everything that you have, forget everything that you have been taught and accept your faith!! Just like each and every pissant that wanted HIM on the cross…., something that he has done willingly because HIS Father wanted him to do so.”

“Now I understand that to the common man it is something that cannot be understood, but that’s because you think about things in a rational way… or at least, that’s what you all claim to do. But he did something out of love for all of you, even you Justin…. And that’s exactly what I will be doing upon you on the second day of Easter… Or at least that’s what Dutch tradition allows us to celebrate Easter upon two different days…. Do you?? Or are you looking forward to play the humping bunny?? Drive a carrot down your throat and you can do your Bugs imitation to anger the little kids that need their extra amount of sugar rush… Yet, I am the only rush that you ever need.”

He closes his hand into a fist, squeezing it tightly as the skin colour turns pale white before he lets it go

“I intend to pummel you into oblivion Justin, not because I want to or hate you. Because that’s what drives humans to misunderstand each other… And for what? Because none of you understand what being a brother is all about!!! And I understand that the Sin City Wrestling wants to place their highest paid preacher inside the squared circle before the GREATEST PUT UP OR SHUT UP EXTRAVAGANZA!!!”

“If you haven’t noticed, it is my match against Finn Whelan. Where I have put it simple, I either win and reign supreme… or I will rise to the heavens on a cloud and leave my disciples all wised up with the teachings that I have given them. But in ordinary and plain English for you to understand, if I win I will be your Savior… If I lose… I will walk away and retire on the spot. And do you think Finn  can handle THAT pressure?? To have the entire universe look at him to believe that he can be where I want to be?? To lead by example?? Or to be the champion that I used to be… Unable to have a long reign as champion and drop it like a rock?? So far he has not convinced anyone has he?? And then I have you, I feel the need to ask the Lord to forgive you. Asking him to do not punish you as you do not know what you are getting yourself into Justin. You are getting into the ring with the man that I am sure you have heard about.. I bet you have seen matches and have always dreamed of ever getting in the ring with me and test your ability against me. Listen son, this isn’t wrestling 101 for dummies in three simple steps. This is a man that has learned to SURVIVE!! A man that has learned to get up every single time that people think that I am down… the man that demands… DEMANDS you hear me!! Demands the very best out of my opponents, or else I will drop you into the red sea just like the pharaoh and his armies that Moses caused to drown in the Old Testament.”

“I am The Messiah The Messiah of Pain Justin. I am the man that made dreams come true. Because for me it is no dream, it is reality. It is what is expected from me!!! And before you ask who is expecting it from me? That is the man that you are looking at.”

“You see Justin, I am going to carry my own cross all the way to Blaze Of Glory, there I will hang up Finn Whelan and tell everyone that I have accomplished what I needed to accomplish. I will hold up that championship belt as I forgive Finn Whelan like Jesus did to one of the two sinners that hung there beside him. And I will make Justin feel pride, I will make him feel that he has accomplished that what he could accomplish. And you? You are just one the final chapter of the book that is me rise to the occasion and make all the people love me. And that includes you as well Justin…. Because without me, there is no love.”

He taps his fingers upont he Bible as he motions towards the camera with his other hand to come closer.

“I will give you some final words of wisdom before I turn off the lights of that recording button. I will grace you with the very best that this legendary man has got to offer, I will clamp on submission holds that you may have never even heard about. Because these moves were never invented by a wrestling mind, it was created by the mind of a man. I will put you through pain so badly that you will learn to appreciate everything that I have gone through in my 20+ years in this business. No these words aren’t idle threats Justin, because ask Alexander Raven about what I say comes true. I speak the truth and before you know it is all over. So do me a favour son, be brave and fight me with your heart and soul willing to be educated. Because then and only then you will understand that I am Goth…, the Messiah of Pain and your pain is mine….. it is time for you to be cemented as one of the many. Don’t feel bad, you will probably achieve something eventually. But this is MY moment… this is MY prophecy and this is MY ascension to the top…. And you?? You are just another pawn in my quest.”

Goth smirks as he then palms the camera as the shot slowly fades to darkness.

*The struggle within*

It’s We are on the plane where Goth can be seen seated with Janet, his psychiatrist. Goth is clearly annoyed, not wanting to discuss his entire problem with her but realizes that he cannot escape from it. His face is looking through the airplane window next to him while listening to what Janet has to say.

“I have the conclusion that something from your past is trying to tell you something Gerrit.”

He mentally rolls his eyes, not buying a single thing that she is saying but politely nods to keep her happy. He is thinking back upon the moment in the hotel restaurant where he caught her smiling at him for some reason, to this day he still could not conclude why she did that or what it meant. He shrugs his head as he turns his attention back towards Janet, who is holding up a picture of a young Goth back in the day of the Global Wrestling Alliance.

“Where did you get that picture?”

He asks as he frowns, staring at a picture where he won the top title for the second time in his career when he won the legendary Psycho Circus match as the young Goth is clutching his arms around the championship belt. His eyes remain upon the picture for several moments before lifting them back up towards Janet, who is writing something down upon her notebook before turning her professional attention back towards him.

“I asked Jonathan Porter, I…”

“Why in the hell did you get him into this???”

His eyes are burning with anger, only to lift his hands upwards in an apologetic fashion, realizing that he reacted in an over aggressive fashion. He leans his head back against the headrest of his seat, closing his eyes as he lets his memories of him and Jonathan Porter pass him by as he lets out a long sigh.

“I am sorry, I just haven’t spoken to him in quite some time now. So I just wondered how in the hell you got this picture from him??”

He feels ashamed, ashamed for his aggressive nature as of late. He has accepted that this is a way to survive in the wrestling industry, but people like Janet do not deserve that aggression even if they do annoy him. He anticipates for her to lash out towards him, but notices after a minute that she is rather silent.

“Janet??”

He asks softly before reopening his eyes, staring at his psychiatrist, who has her legs crossed while staring at her fingers before looking up towards him with a sly smile upon her face. Causing Goth to to close his eyes and shake his head before looking back at her with a puzzled look as he notices she is writing upon her notebook before looking up towards him.

“What’s wrong Gerrit??”

“Why did you smile at me??”

She lifts an eyebrow as she places her notebook upon her lap, he notices that her legs aren’t crossed anymore like they were a moment ago. She takes off her glasses as she pulls out a cloth to clean them before turning her attention back towards him.

“Look Gerrit, I don’t know what you are implying. I don’t mind you nodding  your head in some fake agreements if that is what you think will solve your problem. But to suggest that I am flirtatiously smiling at you?? That is where I draw the line, I…”

Goth stops her by extending his hand to stop her from getting up while she wanted to finish her sentence, this causes her to stop as Goth reaches over and places both hands against his temples as we can see wrinkles emerging upon his forehead as he lets out a sigh.

“I started to see things where I am just unsure whether it is the reality or whether my mind is playing tricks upon me.”

He says while letting out a large sigh, he is too ashamed to even look at the woman who slowly decides to sit down again. She lets go off the handle of the purse that she had grabbed beside her seat and places the notebook back upon her lap. She stares at him with an intriguing look on her face as she finally responds.

“How long has this been going on Gerrit??”

He remains silent for a few minutes, thinking back to the restaurant a few weeks ago. Thinking back to every moment where he believed he had seen someone or see someone behave differently towards him than what he was used to. Only to let out a sigh as he looks back up at her for the first time since his revelation.

“The first time I noticed something was at the restaurant, I thought I had seen you smile at me after I shared that vision. But Melissa dismissed it, making me believe it was just my nerves. I have not slept well ever since that moment Janet, so I may just imagine things.. I…”

“Did these smiles looked familiar in any possible fashion??”

She suddenly asks him, causing to stun him as he stops in midsentence. Causing him to look bewildered towards her before starting to think back to the moment in the restaurant and just right now. His wrinkled forehead reemerges as he digs deeper into his memories, trying to remember a similar experience but draws a blank.

“I can’t….”

“Do smiles have a specific importance for you Gerrit??” [/color]

“I…”

He doesn’t finish his thought, again he thinks back. Do smiles have a more specific meaning to him besides sharing a happy memory with someone?? He digs deeper into his thoughts, taking the thought of happy memories and wonder who he had shared the most wonderful memories with. Suddenly realizing that his mouth had dropped with shock, seeing flashes of old memories of him and his first wife sharing wonderful memories. Reliving the memory of him and her in that car, just like the distorted vision had presented him beside the weird changes.

“Chantal….”

He lifts his concerned look towards Janet, but comes face to face with the smiling face of his dead wife as he had remembered her from his memories. Shocked hi pulls back, but she grabs his hands, sharing a sudden scared look as he notices her face age with every passing second. Her youthful looks that he remembered her off turn into wrinkles of an elderly lady as her skin turn yellow before vanishing.

“CHANTAL!!!!”

He screams out in agony, wanting to reach out for her as if he could revive her eternal youth.

“Gerrit!!! Get your hands off of me!!!”

Goth snaps his head, the surroundings around him has changed back to him and Janet staring each other in the eyes as he stands all over her. The look on her face shows one of utter fear as his mouth is inches away from her as he starts to shake of stress before dropping back to his seat, he grabs his head as he cries out of frustration s he realizes that his eyes were betrayed once more.

There’s a moment of an awkward silence, Goth is digging his fingers into his flesh as the sensation of his tears is burning into his flesh. He feels hands touch his shoulders while shaking out of fear, the soft touch causes his body to suddenly tense before releasing all the built up emotions as he sinks down into his seat. Ten seconds later he reopens his eyes, staring into the loving yet concerned look of his wife Melissa. She is saying something towards him, but it seems as if he is inside a void as he cannot hear what she is saying. He feels sweat pour from the pours of his face, sensing his body temperature seemingly heating up as he starts to scream out an animalistic fashion. His body is shaking inside his seat before…

“Gerrit…., I miss you….”

He snaps his head to the left, witnessing his first wife running towards him in a dark tunnel as light is shining bright behind her. She seems miles and miles away from him, unable to reach him as the surroundings slowly start to close in around her.

“Chantal NO!!! don’t leave me….”

He extends his arm, but it is too late as the tunnel has closed around her as he hears a scream of fear and pain before there’s nothing left for him to hear. He feels tears escape his eyes, feeling as if he has failed her once again. He lowers his head as he feels nothing but a void around him.

“GERRIT!!!!”

He feels two hands grab him by his shirt, shaking him around with desperation and fear in the voice of Melissa as he snaps out of his predicament.

“SAY SOMETHING!!!”

“Wha??”

Melissa had nearly pulled him out of his seat as he notices his body being limp, she must have believed that he had a shock or something as her reaction is one of utter fear and concern. He notices her tears flow upon her cheeks, completely wasting the makeup that she was wearing. He wraps his arms around her waist as he pulls her body closer towards him into a tight embrace. He feels her arms around his head as he hears her whispering how much she loves him.

“I love you too Melissa, forgive me… I don’t know what’s wrong with me….”

He whispers back into her ear, he feels her soft kisses upon his cheek before finding his mouth as the two kiss tender. She lifts her head away from his as the two stare at each other with concern upon their faces.

“Whatever it is Gerrit, we will overcome this..”

She grabs his hands into hers, holding them close to her heart as she does not take her eyes off of his.

“And you don’t need to apologize for anything sweetie, you haven’t done anything wrong.”

He smiles, he needed to hear these words even though he wasn’t sure whether they were based upon truth or just because he yearns for it. he looks towards Janet as he lets out a sigh.

“I am sorry Janet, you were right. I was trying to play along in the hope of somehow deal with this problem myself, I hope we can start all over again? This time I will cooperate.

She stares at him, not convinced about his explanation as she lifts her notebook upwards once more.

“Know what you are asking Gerrit, because I intend to dig until I have found the essence of the problem. And that could turn out to be very nasty.”

Goth swallows, admittingly having second thoughts for a few moments as he look over towards his wife who looks back at him.

“You have seen what it is doing to you sweetie, you can’t hold back anymore. This is killing not only you, but me as well.”

She says as she cannot hold the tears back anymore, Goth swallows before gently lifting his hand towards her right cheek and wipes away the tear. Causing Melissa to lean into his hand as he caresses her face before finally turning his attention back towards Janet as he nods and sighs.

“I understand and I am fully committed to whatever it may take.”

He turns his attention back towards his wife as the two give each other an intimate embrace, each of them whispering something in their ears as they are trying to find encouragement with each other. The camera slowly turns away from them and focusses upon Janet, who is observing the married couple with much interest before giving a sinister smile out of view of Goth and Melissa as the shot slowly fades.

*Your disappointment is mine*

“It’s quite something to suffer inside the ring, but it is far worse to suffer on the outside”

Whispers Goth as he sits in the corner of a church bench, gazing upon a small Jesus hanging against a cross that is prominently hanging upon the middle of a church wall. He then lowers his face as he runs his fingers through a small Bible that he had picked up from a table after entering the nearly empty building. Wearing black jeans that with black leather boots underneath who both have a steel tips. Above that he is wearing a black Motorhead shirt that is for 90 percent hidden behind his black leather jacket while wearing a silver chain that supports the letter M in a Biblical fashion. His eyes can be seen moving from left to right as he is reading the passages in the small book before he closes the Bible as he lifts his head upwards once more and notices an older woman approach him, stopping as she has a worried look on her face as their eyes meet before heading towards a few benches behind him. Goth’s gaze leaves that of the older woman as he nods his head towards her as she passes him before turning back towards the cross, it’s a moment that he has experienced many times throughout his career.

“I’ve been taught at a very early moment in my career that I should not bring my personal life into my professional life. Because that will show weakness, it gives an opening for those who only care for themselves. That they will use it to get ahead of others, because in this profession it to kill or be killed isn’t it??”

His fingers rubs against the hard cover of the Bible, stopping at the gold like lettering that reads “Holy Bible”. He smiles, remembering his early years where he was too busy as a child to sit silent and patiently during a Church ceremony. Thinking back to all the times that his mother handed him a pocket sized Donald Duck booklet that fitted inside his Bible in order to contain him for a little while. He had heard the tales growing up from youth Bible studies that God sees and knows all, something he at that moment took at heart as he feared the almighty wrath of the Lord. But also later on be confused as he learned that it was an all forgiving God, often questioning the acts of compassion in comparison of the acts of mass destruction.

He had often wondered how a God could be forgiving to many as he had flooded the world as an Arch sailed the never ending ocean containing all different kinds of animals consisting of two each, always been taught that God had its reasons to do so as HE has plans for each and everyone of us. He had lost his ways later on in his teens as he had come in contact with the wrong people, who taught him everything that God had forbidden his children to do. But he did not care, he was young and easily manipulated….

“It seems that every now and then the circle of life comes to a completion, only to start all over again isn’t it??”

His voice is dry, giving a raspy edge to it as his eyes gazes on around him, noticing besides him and the elder woman that there were only a few more visitors that were either seeking answers or perhaps a moment of silence. He sighs softly, he asked him the same question of why he had entered this old church, hoping to find some answers to his daily nightmares and visions. Perhaps hoping for it to end as he is in God’s house. Only to start questioning his own sanity, asking himself whether it had been influencing his in ring career as well. And to add more fuel to the fire, wondering what area of his life he regretted most.

“But I am the type of guy that does not walk away from adversary, I instead face it head on to the best of my abilities. Does it mean I always win???”

He shows a painful grimace, a grimace of remembering The Six Pack Challenge for the Vacated World Heavyweight Championship. An opportunity that ended when Carter eliminated him as he had eliminated the man he will be facing at this coming Climax Control Austin James Mercer.

“I know you will tell your side of the tale Austin, go ahead. Because I see things the way of two men that came up short that given night. Both of us believed we were destined to win the vacated world title didn’t we?? And both of us did not succeed in doing so…. Although I did cross off another name in thec process that I was told I could not overcome.”

“Not that it really matters now does it??”

His face hardens as he swallows a few times, trying to not let his emotions get the better of him inside this Holy Church. The respect that he has been taught weights heavier than his pride and ego, but he cannot resist himself from balling a fist as fights his urges to let his anger run free.

“I have had to swallow my pride, I had to relisten all my words that I have spoken the weeks prior to that match Austin. I have rewatched every single second of this match, having to relive every painful second of being subdued to be nothing more than a spectator. While my clock is ticking Austin, I know I don’t have the time of an eternal youthful individual. I feel the pain every morning when I wake up, to stretch every morning before I do my thing as my body has endured so much. And yet, I know I am better than any of these so called superstars in this match…. Including yourself Austin.”

“Will you tell me otherwise?? Will you state the obvious that you should have won?? Or are you going to be kissing ass because you feel like that J2H deserved the monicker of once again wearing that title belt?? Oh and before you start to lose your mind and being delusional, I never said that he deserved it…. I just wanted it more… or at least so I thought.”

“And I cannot have this mental problem bothering me”

He hisses between his teeth as his facial expression slowly turns dark as he inhales deeply to calm down.

“False memories… Visions…. Imaginary delusions… And if that’s not enough, I have to deal with YOU!! But at least you are a problem that I have no qualms of pushing myself over the edge for once in order for me to at least find some relief.”

“Relief Austin, relief from the dark delusions that has been bothering me…. Oh and don’t assume to think I have started to sing a different tune. Because I am still the chosen one that is destined to rule by hurting you and everyone else, because in order to be healed you need to suffer in a fashion that none of you have ever endured.”

He closes his eyes, lifts his head as he inhales deeply through the nose, he whispers out a few lines of one of his favourite psalms in order to calm him down. He spreads his arms and places his hands upon the back rest of the bench as his fingers grip the fabric tightly as his skin turns into pale white.

“Oh of course I can just utter futile threats, assuming that I cannot back it up isn’t it?? I just hope you have the ability to think back to a few weeks ago, or even don’t have the issue of long term memory lapses as we both know that I ultimately decimated you. Taking something what you held dear to your heart ISN’T IT!!!”

He notices through the corner of his eyes that some annoyed looks were directed towards him as he had raised his voice to something close to a frustrated scream. He makes an apologetic gesture towards the others, not that he assumed that they would accept it. But then again, he did not care as he turned his face towards the ground as his hair falls down beside his face.

“Isn’t it Austin?? Because you are the type of man that I respect, as you cherish every possible title reign that you have ever had. As if it is just an obsession to clean up the believed underserved title reign of your predecessor, to the point that it became a mental obsession that you could not upset an Spanish speaking clown with a talking plant.”

“But don’t worry, I’m not here to bash your past missteps as I have had even more in my career then I dare to forget. Verbal humiliation of things that I have not done to you isn’t my thing, I prefer to relish in the act of mentally drop you harder than you have ever experienced in your entire life. And seeing how the mental state of instability that I am going through is driving me insane, making it impossible for me to make promises whether I wish to hurt you for the mere desire to harm you…. Or whether I wish to simply heal you for all the mistakes that you have made.”

He turns silent for a moment, nods his head towards someone with a collection bag before doing a donation. Watching the man walk off towards the next church visitor as he shakes his head.

“To receive you need to donate, at a young age I never understood the passage where it was said that you need to done all of your possessions away to be purified.., who the fuck I am?? Robin Hood?? I am done giving to the world that I made possible for people like you, I am done giving my love, sweat and tears for the likes of you to have a career. Like I said a few weeks ago Austin, I have always respected you. But right now I just feel that there’s a change coming, I feel that it is the moment for me to TAKE instead of to GIVE. Because I don’t see it that you are a deserving heir to my throne when I finally decide to retire. And why would you?? You aren’t a member of the Saviors, you aren’t a Peter Vaughn. YOU are….”

He bites upon his lower lip when the older woman passes him, looking fearful over her shoulder as Goth sees the fear in her eyes. Goth lets out a sigh and nods his head, shows an attempt towards a kind smile. But frowns his forehead once she turns her head and quickly exits the church.

“You are a pretender to what you have attempted to tell everyone how many times Austin? The only advantage you may dig with fingernails inside your brain is that I have predicted miracles as well and failed, but you have been failing how often Austin?? How often did the doubt creep in your mind late at night when you crawled upon your hands and knees towards your bed, the doubt of how to change your entire existence to better your pitiful life.”

“You are big, you are powerful. But you are as ignorant as fuck, to think that the same gimmick that you have used upon your hay day will be a golden ticket to success. You need to take risks Austin, you need to get your stinking head out of your ass and realize that you haven’t grown a damn thing since the days that you lost that world title. Of course I could have mentioned those mixed tag titles that you lost to me and Mercedes Vargas, but the spotlight of shame isn’t shining upon me fool. Because the arrogance isn’t in my heart, the egotistic nature of who has a hunger for success and all the riches that comes with it.”

“And who am I to judge anyone for what drives you to success, just another one syllable name that will be forgotten in twenty years or so. But I am YOUR biggest threat right now Austin, I am the one that is YOUR crossroad between a passage back upwards the ladder to content J2H or fall on your back. Because I allow MY FATE to direct me to wherever I need to travel!! I will accept either the glory or punishment of what my destiny will be. Can you Austin?? Will you? Don’t bother wasting my time and energy, because I already know the answer.”

He reaches inside his back pocket of his jacket, pulls out a picture as he stares at a picture of a young Goth back during the early 2000’s



“You see that face Austin? What does that tell you??”

He smirks as he turns the picture towards him for a few moments, studying the days of where he painted his face as a skull before wrecking it as he closing his hand into a fist. Enjoying the sound of the picture being crushed into a pile of nothing.

“It probably tells you nothing, just like you are clueless of your own direction. Clueless why you aren’t a dominating force, clueless why your power isn’t putting you over established names like myself. Clueless like I was at one point, because I was fighting against the establishment in order to survive. Clueless because I wanted to be rebel, clueless because I did not belong. Clueless because I have come from a bad environment and did not know how to ask for help to get out of it…. That’s why I painted my face, that’s why I accepted the emo remarks from those who thought I was a true Goth… HELL I even played along for a while, enduring the remarks while I crushed name after established name underneath my boots. Does that sound familiar Austin?? IT SHOULD!! Because I have been doing this for 20 years!! You on the other hand??”

He shakes his head as his fist clutches even tighter around the picture that is nothing more than a wrinkled mess before dropping it on the floor as he places his boot on top of it.

“I am not looking back Austin, I am looking ahead. I look forward to wrestle you, because that’s what I do. I will take every blow that you will dish out against me, I will accept it if you kick out some teeth out of my mouth! Because I know it will only weaken you in the long run Austin, you are at your best when you face someone that is just as powerful as you. You are at your best when you can put your strength to the test, while I turn your strength into your own weakness. Because I know what makes you tick after facing you several times now, it is as if I am facing my own ignorant self that is underneath my damn feet”.

He says as he refers to the old picture that is underneath the sole of his feet while leaning back against the backrest of the bench and closes his eyes to collect his thoughts.

“I will be facing Mac Bane in a few days Austin in a different company, I will be facing the man that brought in the Saviors to this company. A man that targeted the entire company to come out of their own shell, to step outside the comfort zone that people like you preferred to hide your head behind an imaginary skirt. You can tell me that I am wrong, but I am not. Because I was like that for YEARS!!! I was stuck in limbo, I was stuck in my own deprived thoughts. Hell, I was already accepting my role to be a wrestler that would put young talent over in their attempts to succeed in bigger things. But no more Austin, this version of me is that presents two options to ANYONE I face. You either accomplish in beating me and can tell your grandchildren after growing old, or fail and live in shame. There’s no in between for me, no more pat on the shoulder and telling people that they done well. Because well isn’t good enough to be on top of this company”

“How many people do you see that rather wish to reside in the Roulette or Internet title division? How many people do you know have already accepted that they will never be in line for a world title shot. Because the pathetic nature of our business has changed for the worse, something that you cannot hide behind any longer Austin. Because this coming Climax Control I will provide the world with the incapability to compete at the highest level, I will prove to them and more importantly towards you that when I beat you that I will turn my back upon you and never look back again. Because history has already proven the point that it is no longer IF but WHEN. I will alter your career that when you are in you are at the point of my career that you will fear looking back at old pictures, because it will remind you of what you once was…. And make you resend who you have become, but remember this Austin… There’s nobody you can blame but yourself, I am merely the one that will drag you further into your own misery, taking away all that you had taken away from others and make you watch me crush your career underneath my feet as if you were just an far and distant memory.”

With that Goth stands up, looks into the camera for a final time before turning his attention towards the cross. He nods his head in respect before leaving the church as the shot fades.

The End.