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.

September 18th 2022,

Goth is seen in his living room, packing his suitcase for the trip to Frenso, California as he and Peter Vaughn are scheduled to face the team of SCW’s world champion Michael Harris and former champion J2H. He turns his attention back to his closet for some shirts after having placed some of his pants and tights inside the suitcase. His eyes roam past the shirts that have been placed neatly before grabbing a few of his favourites as he walks over towards his suitcase. He gently places them in the corner of his suitcase before turning his attention towards some of his buttoned down shirts, the ones he always wore for special occasions. He had to admit that doing promotional interviews slowly started to annoy him, he often got asked the same boring questions. Making him feel as if he was living in a Groundhog Day situation. He sighs as he grabs a few of his buttoned down shirts and neatly places them on the bed as to be put in his suitcase later. He stares at his suitcase, trying to remember what he already had put inside the suitcase before continuing what he has to add next.

Goth: The life of a pro wrestler is always entertaining they say.

He smirks at his own cynical comment before turning his attention towards the closet, he notices some of his workout gear as he walks over and grabs some of the shorts he uses in the gym, deciding which ones he wants to take inside his gym back that he will take with him also.

Voice: You always look good in those

He smirks while not turning his attention towards his wife who stands in the door entrance of their bedroom, he walks over towards their bed and drops the shorts he wants to take with him besides the button down shirts before looking up towards his wife. Admiring the beautiful yet muscular frame of the woman that had dominated the Bombshell Division for a good portion of last year. His eyes travel across her body, smiling at the sight of the tight shorts that cling so nicely around her hips as she walks towards him before giving a big kiss and hug. In that moment he just forgot about anything around him as well as all of the appointments that he would have during this week. All that mattered to him at that moment was the beautiful woman that he was holding

Melissa: I called SCW management to have them agree to have someone to travel with us, someone that you could talk to in case of…..

She doesn’t finish the sentence, but Goth knew exactly what she was talking about. Letting out a soft groan as he hates talking abut his mental state ever since he started to have dreams and visions of his dead first wife. But he nods his head instead of starting another argument with her, he knew she meant well as he tried to convince himself that perhaps this would help him. He tightens his embrace around her slender body, feeling her heartbeat through her shirt against his muscular chest. He loved these private moments with her, it had helped him calm down so many times in the past. Noting to himself that this woman is his saving angel and that he would do anything in his power to protect her.

The word protection causes him to cringe for a slight moment, as if he feels a thousand arrows being shot into his heart. Hoping that Melissa hadn’t noticed

Melissa: Gerrit?

He sighs, he knew it was futile for him to hope against better judgment. He slowly stares into her eyes and smiles before guiding her to their bed.

Goth: I know it may sound stupid, but when I held you it made me feel….

He bites upon his lower lip, trying to search for the right words to utter that would sound convincing as well as not causing him to cry. A tall task he knew that he would be unable to keep him from crying. The pain of losing his first wife has never really healed, he had grown stronger yes. But he knew that the wounds are still too fresh for him to overcome.

He feels the soft hand of Melissa gently squeezing his, feeling her soft skin caress the back of his hand. Feeling her palm come in contact with the veins on his hand sends chills down his back, giving him the strength to look deep into her eyes as he starts to resist the urges for him not to cry.

Goth: When we embraced, it made me want to protect you, a promise I had made to myself with Chantal many  years ago. A promise….

His eyes well up, the tears start to come as he feels her other hand touch his cheek. Causing him to push his face against it, yearning for her soft caress as it sooths his pain to a point.

Melissa: You have done all that you have could Gerrit….,

The words seem to fade as he buries his face onto her shoulder as the tears start to come, the two embrace each other in silence as Melissa tries to console his pain. Goth’s arms tremble around the waist of his wife, trying to give into the pain as it had helped him in the past to deal with the suffering. They remain in this embrace for thirty minutes before Goth pulls away, his face all teared up from all the crying yet relieved that he could share this moment with the one person he loves the most.

Melissa: You okay??

He nods his head, wiping his eyes for a moment with he back of his hand before inhaling deeply.

Goth: Yeah, I think I am just going to lay down and rest a little before packing this damn suitcase again.

The two laugh as Melissa heads over towards the shower as Goth places the suitcase on her side of the bed and collapses down on his part. He immediately falls asleep as his arm is draped across his face, his body calms down allowing him to snore gently for a moment or two when suddenly hearing jazz music playing in the background.

Goth: Not now Melissa, I’m tired.

He says with a grin on his face, remembering how much Melissa loves to make love to him while playing her favourite Jazz Music. Goth turns to his side, trying to regain some of his sleep as he senses that he is wearing some silk pyjamas.

Goth: What the??

He slowly reopens his eyes feeling worn out, the alarm bells start to go off inside his head as he had only closed his eyes for nothing more than five minutes. He looks around, noticing that the room is pitch dark except for a burning candle on a small table in front of him. He stretches his arms as he notices that he isn’t laying on his bed anymore as his arm bumps into a backrest of a leather couch. He lets his hand trace over the fabric as it isn’t one of the furniture he could remember him and Melissa were having right now and yet it still comes across familiar.

Goth: What the??

His hand suddenly stops at a certain spot on the couch as his hand came in contact with something hard and cold, his fingers traces across the cold spot and it starts to dawn to him.

Goth: Oh God no, not another memory…..

He grits his teeth as he realizes that he is dreaming of something that had happened in the past, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in an attempt to calm down his fast beating heart when suddenly……

Goth: God no….,

He hears footsteps coming from God knows where as his eyes still try to adapt to the darkness of the room, high heels clicking on the oh so familiar hardwood floor of his house when he had lived together with…….

Goth: Chantal….

The soft whisper echoes inside his head as the clicking of the high heels are approaching him nearer and nearer, trying to focus upon the direction where it’s coming from but the darkness won’t allow it. He feels the sweat pouring from his brow, wondering whether he will be coming face to face with the woman that was half his wife and half a dead zombie like creature.

Voice: Wouldn’t you like to dance with me Gerrit??

Goth’s heart stops a beat as he hears the voice of his deceased wife, causing his eyes to pierce even further into the darkness.

Goth: I’d love to baby

Goth’s eyes widen in horror, realizing that he had uttered those words without realizing it. The shock increases when he senses his body slowly getting up to a seated position before standing up without him even wanting to get up, he senses himself walking towards a direction as he starts to fight against the desire to do so but fails.

Goth: What is going on??

He whispers underneath his breath as he cannot stop himself from walking towards the candle light, suddenly noticing a corpse hand grabbing the candle stand and lift it upwards. Goth’s eyes follows the movement, but his eyes are locked upon the ring finger. Recognizing the ring on the finger, the very same ring that he had given his first wife on their wedding day. This causes tears to flow from his cheeks, but shockingly he realizes that these are teas of joy instead of sadness.

Goth: This can’t be happening to me….

He again whispers, but he cannot stop the yearning to see her face once more. He watches the candle slowly lift towards her favourite dress, a dark red dress that she had loved to wear just for him. He watches the light bring up the dress in view, watching the exposed spot up front that always allowed her breasts to look so wonderful, yet all of what he could see is the bones of a chest plate of a corpse. He wants to close his eyes and turn his head away from the sight that he is witnessing in front of him, but for some reason he is unable to do so. For some reason he feels as if he is drawn to this monstrous creature as if it is the most beautiful human being he had ever seen.

Corpse: It has been so long Gerrit, please promise me that you will never leave me again?

Goth: I promise my love…

The alarm bells go off inside his brain as he utters these words without him having any control over his mind and mouth, he suddenly sees the face of the creature he had seen before. One half it is the face of his beautiful first wife, the remainder is from a dead corpse. He freezes for a moment, trying to turn away and beg for the dream to end but is clearly unable to do so. He uses all of his strength to fight the urges to hold this monstrosity, but he senses that the harder he fights the bigger his desire becomes to be with “his first wife”.

Goth: Please…, don’t make me do this….

He finally manages to whisper, sensing how much strength it took him to resist the false urges that he is sensing. Clearly this isn’t his first wife, clearly these yearning cannot be real. And yet the thought of how this could be possible is being constantly asked inside his head.

Corpse: I’m not doing anything sweetie, it is you that wants

Says the creature, causing Goth to drop down to his knees in agonizing pain, shooting his hands towards his head in an attempt to stop the pounding inside his brain. The sudden pain inside his head causes his eyes to be squeezed shut, opening his mouth in an attempt to scream but no sound is is escaping his lips.

Corpse: Scream all you wish, nobody will hear you as I control your body and your heart and soul. It will only take a matter of time before I also control your brain….

The voice has suddenly changed, slightly darker and no longer the soft tones that he has always adored from her. He hears the clacking of the teeth against each other every time it closes its mouth, sensing that the decaying of his dead wife is nearly complete. He uses all of his strength to let out an animalistic scream that causes his eardrums to shake, only to suddenly disappear after a few seconds as he senses a hand squeezing down his throat.

Corpse: How dare you try to resist me!!!

He hears the creature scream at him as instinctively his hands move towards the hand that squeezes the oxygen out of his body, only to realize that there isn’t a hand to be found. This causes his eyes to reopen and stare at the creature in total shock, realizing that something is squeezing his throat and yet he cannot stop it from happening. He notices that there is blood pouring out of the sockets of where normally eyes would be located, it drips all over the bone structure of the skull before watching it drip on the dress. The same dress he had bought her to celebrate the news of her pregnancy, his eyes move down the dress for some reason as he notices there’s a small belly emerging.

Corpse: Look Gerrit, it’s our child!!

Goth wants to scream again, but is unable to do so because of the tight grip around his throat. The sweat pours down his face in anger and rage, trying to resist the sensation of nearly passing out as he utters

Goth: You…. Will…. Never…. Own…. Me…..

With that he passes out and falls down on the floor, the creature slowly stands over him with a dark and cold presence over it.

Corpse: I already do Gerrit…., I already do…..

The creature remains standing there for a few moments until…

Melissa: GERRIT!!! Wake up!!!!!!

We suddenly see Goth reopen his eyes when a sudden bright light shines down into his face, he tries to lift up his hand in front of his face in order to try and get adjusted to the bright light.

Goth: What…. Happened???

Melissa: What happened?? You have been sleepwalking around the house!! I just prevented you falling down the stairs!!!!!

Goth suddenly looks down and notices that he is just one step away from walking down the stairs before turning into the worried eyes of Melissa, who apparently saw him after coming out of the shower as she was still wrapped in a large towel. Goth slowly stumbles backwards before wrapping his arms around his wife as the two embrace, sensing her fast heartbeat inside her chest from shock as he realizes what just happened.
Goth: I will talk to the psychologist Melissa and whatever it is that is bothering me will end.

He says with tears in his eyes, knowing that this is far more than just a dream

The future of Sin City Wrestling are The Saviors

Goth: One, two… is this on???

A sinister laughter can be heard after Goth uttered the words as we open up the shot with him seated inside a lounge chair, having his legs stretched forward as his feet are resting upon the small table in front of him. He is wearing a black buttoned down shirt that is draped on either of his side as it reveals his imposing physique while drinking a glass of water.

Goth: I need to address the past before I start to deliver the verbal truth upon the future… Because it has been donning to me that nobody truly listens these days, no matter whether you are an established name or a newcomer… NONE of you have understood the prophecy that is embarking upon the Sin City Wrestling and the wrestling industry in general. And I had such high expectations with you Alexander, but ever since you opened your mouth it made me understand that you need to be educated.

He sighs, takes another sip from the glass of water before cocking his head towards the camera, causing strings of hair fall in front of his face.

Goth: The warnings didn’t register with you did it?? You were trying to alter your entire destiny by turning a blind eye to whatever it was that you realized it didn’t work anymore, turning your hope and faith into desperation and fail!!! All because you refused to have the TRUTH to set you free!!!! Forcing me to hurt you in order to heal….. And all you had to do was to get down upon your knees and beg for forgiveness….

He slowly turns his face towards the glass, his breath causes his hair to fly away from his mouth as he slowly places his lips against the fabric of the glass and takes another sip.

Goth: But none of you seek forgiveness don’t you?? Because you are all right and I am wrong…. How ironic that none of you will admit that you were wrong. Will history repeat itself this coming Climax Control when me and Peter Vaughn face the great tandem of J2H and Michael Harris… finally it seems that I am getting a slice of the pie that neither of these two wish to share with anyone…

He grins as he takes another sip from the glass of water before placing it down on the table next to him and cocks his head sideways towards the camera.

Goth: And there it is folks, Goth and Peter Vaughn vs. J2H and Michael Harris. Undoubtedly the first name that pops into the mind of the common fan. One is everywhere, Thunder Lips on either on the mic and on social Media. And the other as the man that beat the legend to once again regain the championship belt. And can you blame the common fans??

He smirks as he shakes his head in disagreement.

Goth: And all because they are granted the biggest dream match imaginable. Billing it as the Career vs. legacy match!! The Main Event of All Main Events!! Bitter Rivals…. And all I got to say is that I need to puke….

He smirks at the comment he had made about the world title match between the two men that will face him and Vaughn.

Goth: And I know, you all will scram from the top of your lungs that I am jealous!! That I have not been able to be in the world title picture for three long years. Something that has been burning inside my soul, but that is going to change. You see I have been watching J2H since his return, I have been watching him win The Blast From The Past and obtain that world title. I have watched him do whatever he has done since day one that I have known him in this company. And you understand that I couldn’t do the thing that he had done, not because I got beat in the same tournament. I had to resign due to injury!! The biggest frustration to any wrestler in this industry, but I guess you all forgot about that didn’t you???

His smirk turns into a dark stare upon his face as he remains silent for a moment or two.

Goth: Me and Kim Pain were the team that would have been the clash of all clashes, cementing my destiny to be the NEXT in the Saviors to bring both world titles to the Saviors. Because none in that tournament would have stopped the warpath of the same Judas like us…. Does that make you understand the fire burning inside me Judas??

He breaths heavy, causing us to witness his chest to heave and fall with intencity as his anger is brewing.

Goth: I have blamed myself for ruining that opportunity, ruining the chance for myself and most importantly my tag team partner to hold that belt. To nullify the fact that you in that position Judas, oh yeah. I am calling you a Judas J, because you would sell your soul for the opportunity that you are in right now!!! A man that has no morals, a man that I will stare into his eyes at Climax Control and tell you that you would betray your friend to better your chances in life, but you wouldn’t understand even if I had it drawn it up on a piece of paper.

He sighs as he closes his eyes

Goth: Will this match take away some of the pain that I have felt for months?? Will it make you realize how wrong you were when you tried to fool me on Social Media Judas?? Telling the world that I could not beat any of the names that you mentioned, only to change the questions in desperation after realizing that you were wrong?? Trying to make a point on whether Peter Vaughn is better than me?? No worries Judas, I have already forgiven your stupidity and lack of vision to realize that the man you assumed to be dead has risen from the grave!! This is MY moment to shine, this is MY moment to take away the lie that you live in Judas. You only live for dream matches, you only live to come back from another retirement because of what?? The price is right and satisfy your desires to face the flavour of the month?? I am the man that has held every single title multiple times, I am the man that has the most title reigns!! I am the man that has dominated every single match that I participated in, only have a loss on my name because of my injury!! And yet I am not that man you wish to take on hasn’t it?? Deny me the destiny that I deserve?? You see Judas, I have never told this anyone as it has been a burning fire fuelling my thirst to prove everyone wrong.

He is silent for a few moments, allowing his composure to return

Goth: You have to understand that once I step foot inside that six sided ring to face you, that I will unleash five months of frustrations!!! You believe me that I am not on your level, that I do not deserve to be in the same ring with you. I am just as a big of a name in this industry like you are in this company. You are just like everyone else, assuming that I am wearing a mask because I am ashamed of myself. You are just too stupid to understand that I wear this mask because I am ashamed of every sinful puppet in the history of this company. And you Judas?? You are on top of that list that I will take pride to hurt you inside that ring before I will heal you for everything that you have ever done, said or believe.

He drops his head backwards and inhales deeply before scratching his hands across his chest.

Goth: I will take pride on leading my team of me and Peter Vaughn against you and Michael Harris, I will take pride of knowing that the truth will set you free…. Embarrass you and have already taken your legacy and career away from you before the Main Event of all Main Event’s has ever taken place…. And the only one that you can blame for this to happen is you…. Sin City Wrestling’s very own Judas…

Goth slowly raises his head towards the camera and remains silent for a few moments.

Goth: And then the other half of the Main Event of All Main Events…, Michael Harris… the man that is our current Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion. The man that rides the wave of success, the man that beat my brother Mac Bane as well as J2H… Either you or J2H as the next challenge for the world championship that I desire to face. The Devil that wishes to desires to scratch at the foundation of the Saviors, just like you have been doing against any other wrestler so far that you have been facing so far hasn’t it???

Goth snorts at the remark, clearly not impressed by the man that is the world heavyweight champion.

Goth: It’s quite amusing the mere thought of you and me to stand in the desert that is the six sided ring, trying to confuse me and make me doubt at my weakest moment. The one moment where my heart is searching for revenge upon the one, hoping to forget about the other. But unfortunately for you it will be a regretful moment, just like it was in that old favoured tale in the Holy Bible. And it’s quite simple to explain Michael, because I have been so close to step across the barrier of what could be accepted in the weak mind of us Homo Sapiens. The supposedly most advanced creatures that has God himself has created in his own image…. Something that people like you take pride off doesn’t it??

He grabs the glass of water and places the tip of his lips to the glass and sips from it gently before staring back into the camera.

Goth: Sadly the Devil doesn’t need pride, it needs the suffering and the anguish of those who are weak at heart and soul. Because you embody exactly what people these days desire aren’t you?? To succeed in life, no matter the price of accomplishing it. Just as long as you wrap your hands around the throat of those who oppose you and squeeze the last drop of life out of their existence. And yet the doubt remains doesn’t it??

He takes a final sip from the glass of water before putting the empty glass back upon the table next to him as he stares into the same direction for a while. Noticing his wife Melissa entering the room, she walks up to him as she gives him a loving embrace and kisses him on the cheek. He closes his eyes and groans softly before turning his attention back towards the camera as Melissa walks off.

Goth: It’s quite easy to confuse the weak, but that’s your legacy isn’t it Michael?? To sow the seed of doubt in the minds of those who prefer the weakness of the flesh, yet when you look me in the eyes Michael you will understand why you were forced to slither down upon your stomach as the deceiving snake. Always having to look UP into the sunlight that burns upon your back, who is helpless when I shove your fangs inside a cup and watch your venom drip inside of it while your eyes show desperation. Desperation for being limited in what you can do against the Messiah of Pain, because I combine the good with evil and make it my own Michael.

He grins as he pulls his hair backwards while staring into the camera.

Goth: Just the thought of the Devil to hold the world title entertains me, the mere thought that you think that YOU control the entire world… while it is only because I allow it. because after this little love affair has ended, it will be me that will be picking up the remainder of what is left of the two of you. It will be ME that kneels down and asks you whether it was worth it Michael, whether it was worth it to confuse two human beings into eating the forbidden fruit. And I know you cannot answer that question, because a fallen angel is nothing more than an embarrassment that hides in the shadow.

And I look forward to drag your shadow back into the shadow, I will crumble you underneath my boots. Because the Saviors aren’t the ones that YOU can drag into the shameless acts that YOU have been familiar about. I will crack your head, I will make you be thankful that at Summer XXXTreme that it wasn’t ME that faced you for that world title. Because you would have ran away to never been seen again!!

He grinds his teeth, trying to hold back so much more that he wishes to say in rage. But ultimately a sadistic smile appears as he has calmed down again.

Goth: I know you will hide behind lies, I know you will tell the entire world what YOU wish them to hear. But this coming Climax Control, I will have your blood upon my hands. Make you understand that the end is near and I will be coming. Me and Peter Vaughn united in the middle of that ring, to tell the world exactly what I think off the Main Event of All Main Events…. That world title is coming to the Saviors…. But for now?? I will be satisfied merely taking away the last bit of dignity that either of you have got left…..

He smirks as he places two fingers upon his lips and kisses them before the shot slowly fades.

OOC: Dedicating this rp to a man has been a inspiration for my Goth character. RIP Bray Wyatt

August 21st 2023

Mexico City

Goth and Melissa are seen at the gym inside their hotel, Goth is using dumbbells to work on his arms as Melissa is running on the treadmill. Goth is staring at his physique that is glistening in sweat before dropping the dumbbells on the ground before taking a sip of water. He then grabs a towel to clean off the sweat from his forehead before looking around the gym, noticing that besides him and Melissa only a few people visit the gym. He sighs, he misses the time that Mac Bane traveled with them as part of the Saviors. A man that he enjoyed spending time with for his workout, but after his injury decided to alter his workouts to increase his conditioning instead of strength. Something that he felt that helped him to beat Max Steele in a rather dominant style.

He then turns his attention back to the dumbbells as he wipes the towel across the back of his neck before placing it around his neck before lowering his upper body and grabs the dumbbells before repeating his exercise, we see him bite on his lower lips and groan every single time that he lifts the dumbells in the air before lowering them again.

Melissa: Hi sexy

We see Melissa walk up towards him from behind as she playfully pats him on the back, we see her grab some dumbbells before standing beside him and does the same exercise. The two are silent for a few moments before simultaneously lowering the dumbells on the ground as Goth grabs the bottle with water and takes another sip from it as Melissa sits across him.

Mellissa: How do you feel babe??

He takes another sip from the bottle of water while giving her a wink, taking a moment to think about her question. He has been watching the tape of his return match against Max Steele and had not been satisfied with his performance, realizing that he cannot make those small mistakes that he had against Max. He knew that he was a bit rusty, timing wasn’t up to par and being a perfectionist that he is

Goth: To be honest?? I am nervous and yet excited for this match against Bill. It’s quite a match that I have not competed in since I debuted in the Global Wrestling Alliance, mostly because of the mere fact that this type of match is rather dangerous. And yet, it excites me.

He takes another sip from the bottle of water before splashing some of the water above his head as he quickly wraps the towel around his head. He lets out a sigh as the coolness of the water drips across the sweat of his face before coming in contact with the towel.

Goth: And quite honestly Melissa?? It is going to be a signal for the entire wrestling locker room that I am not some part timer that thinks he can come back whenever he feels like it. I felt disgusted in being injured in the Blast Of The Past tournament, it almost makes me feel as if for some reason I am cursed to participate in that tournament.

He turns his head away, staring into the void as everything surrounding him fades away as he bites on his lower lip. He felt that this year was HIS year, he had the perfect tag team partner in Kim Pain. Two wrestlers with having chemistry from being in the same faction together, but yet….

Melissa: Stop blaming yourself for…

Goth: For having to step out of the tournament due to injury?? Is that what you were trying to say???

He closes his eyes with a painful grimace on his face as he thinks back to the moment where he had to inform Christian Underwood and Mark Ward about his injury. The most painful moment for him was when he had to inform Kimberly, he had issues of staring her in the face after walking out of the office of the owners of Sin City Wrestling. He had hoped that he could have avoided that confrontation for a few moments, trying to find the best moment to tell her. But she had seen him walk into the locker room with the Roulette title and walk out without it, causing this moment to be the hardest for him in many years. The reaction of her giving him a hug was a moment of relief, because of him feeling so much agony.

Goth: I know

He lowers his head, looking at the near empty bottle of water as he walks off towards the bar inside the gym and orders for another bottle while handing over the empty one. He slowly walks back to where his wife is seated, who has not taken her eyes off him. He sits in front of her and places the bottle of water down on the ground before grabbing her hands as he turns his attention towards her.

Goth: Look, I know I was frustrated for quite some time. But I have managed to divert my attention away from what has happened. My motivation is the same prior to my injury, to get my well deserved world title shot and TAKE IT from whomever it is.

His eyes is focused towards his wife, who smiles back at him as she plants a hand on top of his before nodding her head.

Melissa: Okay stud, you convinced me.

She plants him a kiss on the cheek before slowly standing up again. His gaze follows the movement of her beautiful body inside her training gear before watching her grab the same set of dumbells and repeat her exercise. He continues to watch her for a few moments before mentally shaking his head and decides to get on the treadmill. He never enjoyed running a treadmill, but ever since his decision to work on his conditioning and agility decided to pick it up more seriously. He starts up his training session and starts to run, gazing ahead of him towards the television that showcases some nature documentary. but his attention has been diverted from it as his mind drifts off to the man he will be facing this coming weekend. A memory emerges as he suddenly thinks back to the moment that he had hired him as his right hand man. A smirk emerges upon his face, his mafia antics back in the days of the Asylum Wrestling Alliance had been one of his favorite moments. He had loved the heat that he had drawn and Bill was an important reason

He remembers the moments that both of them had celebrated the first time that Bill had won the top championship under his guidance, they had gotten into a big time white limo and drove off while drinking the most expensive champagne. He didn’t even care for the bill that he had received from the cleaning service that had to get all the champagne stains out of the white leather seats. Because back then it was all worth it as they had to keep up their heel status to the world to believe.

His gaze lowers for a moment, checking the information upon the small screen that told him how much time had passed and how much calories he had wasted. He grabbed the bottle of water from its holder that he took to the treadmill and took a sip from it, the coldness of the water gave him a sigh of relief as he continued to run.

He shakes his head as another old memory of him and Bill Barnhart pops in his head. Not wanting to be distracted by it as he wants to focus on his training in a futile attempt. He starts to curse at himself, grimacing on his face as he wants to forget the memories of him and Bill being friends. He couldn’t help but admit that he had missed those moments, even more he knew that he had himself to blame.

Goth: Damnit Bill…,

He wipes a tear away from his eyes, shaking his head as he follows it up by wiping off some sweat from his forehead. But the memories remain, the most painful parts of those memories were the parts where he could remember his now first wife. He suddenly grabs the bars on the side of the treadmill before lifting his right hand to the button to stop the treadmill as he lets out a sigh and leans both arms on the bars while doing a cool off.

Melissa: You okay sweetie???

Goth looks up at the concerned look on his wife, trying to come up with an answer but is unable to do so. He sighs as he feels the treadmill finally stop as he slowly turns towards her and wraps his arms around Melissa, softly crying tears on her shoulder.

Melissa: Chantal??

He slowly nods his head, knowing that it is futile trying to convince her otherwise. She knew him so well as that is one of the many reasons why he loved her so much as she would not judge him for the pain that he had for his first wife. The two remain embraced for a moment before deciding to head back to their hotel room and take a shower together before spending another night together.

THAT NIGHT

Goth stands in the doorway of his balcony, drinking a glass of wine while staring across the swimming pool of the hotel many floors underneath him. His thoughts travel back to yesteryears, the decision of him and Melissa picking this hotel was deliberate. He had been here in the past, great fascilities and wonderful people was his reasoning to his wife and fellow Saviors. But ultimately he wanted to breathe in the atmosphere that he remembered from the time of the AWA, especially during the time him and Bill worked together. How ironic to witness many things have improved in structure, but he felt at home right away.

He lets out a sigh before taking another sip, he closes his eyes as he remembers how times has changed between him and Bill.

Goth: Funny how we meet each other once again doesn’t it Bill??

His eyes shut open, we see a determined look on his face.

Goth: Remind me when was the last time I put you on a leash Bill??

His eyes divert their attention towards the camera for a split second before turning back towards the swimming pool.

Goth: Animosity is often the key for great matches, matches where the fans are being drawn to. And all ilI can say is that you truly disappointed me Bill. Not so much for the false pretense as for why I decided to return, why I didn’t stay retired. Because I know that's YOUR fashion to get underneath my skin in a cute way. But no Bill, I am disappointed in the mere fact that back in the AWA YOU were groomed for greatness for the moment I would hang up my boots for good. So tell me Bill, what went wrong??

He huffs for a second with a cynical smirk on his face.

Goth: I will tell you exactly what went wrong Bill, you couldn’t fulfill MY expectations. Hell you became a parody of the bloodthirsty monster I ilenvisioned you to be, is that how you repay me for having been a multi time Grand Slam champion in the AWA??

He lets out a sigh of disappointment, shaking his head before taking another sip.

Goth: I saw you as the man to dominate this company, I saw you as a worthy opponent for me to one day take the WORLD title from Bill. But no, you apparently take pride in holding the Roulette title!!! Was that the legacy you wanted me to remember myself for taking away from you?? Dammit Bill, I need to whip the bullshit out of you and brand you to be my Iris.

His face hardens with every passing second.

Goth: I hope you understand that I won’t treat you like that mutt that you own Bill, because I intend to treat you like the BITCH you are. I am going to break your will, I am going to make you a mindless creature without a conscience.

Goth's hand is trembling a little due to the anger he is feeling.

Goth: I have been taught to never show compassion inside that ring Bill, I was taught to squeeze someone's throat before my opponent would. Remember those words Bill? You should, because those were the ONLY requirements I demanded from YOU!!! Or else I would torture you. And guess what my intent will be in this Dog Collar Match?

His eyes turn towards the camera for the second time, only this time they remain focused upon the camera as his breathing increases.

Goth: I can already tell that the devilishly deeds are roaming through your mind right now, knowing my violent past must have scared you hasn’t it?? Do you remember the man that won the Global Title in the GWA during the Psycho Circus match Bill?? I did not win it because I was the better man at that point, oh no. I won that match because I have a neck to survive the seemingly odds that only the perverted minds of wrestling owners can think of!!! Hell in a Cell elimination match that only starts when all 11 wrestlers were locked inside the unforgiving steel along with weaponry everywhere. Did this match take years off my career?? Perhaps, yet I am still here Bill. What have you done huh?? Oh let me guess, you have done video calls with that damn dog of yours!!!

He digs his empty hand into his skull, feeling his fingers rug against his skin as he lets out an uncontrollable sigh from his lips.

Goth: I have done exactly what YOU should have done in this company, J2H be damned. Yet I am the one that has held the most title reigns in this company, and still not being mentioned in the levels of the greats!! Do you know what the last thing I was told when I set foot in this company for the Summer XXXTreme?? If I could perhaps host another show… You know, for nostalgia reasons. And all I could think off was the mere fact that they rather have YOU open up a show for another gimmick match instead of me hosting the best Main Event that neither J2H and Harris could ever provide. and I am stuck with YOU Bill. YOU!!! Someone that should have been a monster!! Someone that should have been a dominant force!! Someone that will take over the ranks of this company like Peter Vaughn will do Bill. And you know why???

He takes another sip of the glass of wine before placing it on the edge of the table close to him

Goth: Because he is a man that has not yet even reached the fullest of his potential. Hell, I even had to applaud our current champion in a fun tit-a-tat over the Socials, where he mentioned that Vaughn was the best Savior out there. But that was merely a sign of desperation, because I took him on like nobody has ever done with nothing but words. Telling him already that I am ready to do the same fashion inside the six sided ring when it TRULY MATTERS!!! And until that moment comes Bill, I have to deal with the likes of you before I could perhaps set my sights upon those who wish to be the King for a day. A King Bill… A KING!!!!!

I am sure that you can only hope and pray for one day being a part of a match like that, a ladder match that would give you unimaginable powers!!!!. And no, I am not referring to suddenly turning into a Super Sayan type character. And trust me Bill, don’t ask me to explain to you what that consists off, because it’s a kids thing that keeps my son off the streets from being a bored little lamb that has lost his herd. You remember what it is like to be under the forgiving arms of Your Shepherd don’t you Bill???

He runs his hands across his face, his breathing increases as he starts to mumble softly

Goth: Where’s my mask???

His head snaps back and forth violently, his eyes seeking for something until he notices his wife walking towards him with the mentioned Mask. He slowly puts it on and inhales deeply

Goth: I know you would not remember the question I asked you a few moments ago Bill, because I have never allowed you to be protected by your Shepherd. Because I needed a big bad wolf like you to torment and scare my followers. I needed YOU to be the evil that I intended to pursue in order for my lambs to only listen to my commands. but alas, your calling has served its purpose I guess, but no more. It is time for me to seek a new threat that I need to overcome, because you have turned into that slobbery dog that you try to please with a potted plant.

His breathing increases as his eyes start to roam through the mask, searching the hotel room and balcony as if it was the first time he has ever been here and afraid of some unimaginary evil.

Goth: It hurts doesn’t it Bill? To have been told the truth!! Not just about your misfortune decisions that you have made throughout the years without MY guidance, but also about the fact that nobody takes you serious. And yet, I intend to forgive you Bill. I intend to forgive you, but you have to bear the marks of the punished fool that needs to seek his way back to me. Just like Jona that fled upon a ship, had to be thrown overboard and ended up inside the belly of the whale before realizing that he could flee from HIM!!! And that same feeling is for you and everyone else in this company Bill. You cannot escape the Savior of Pain…. You cannot reason with the man that decides whether it is your time to HEAL or HURT Bill…. But for you it is obvious, that your moment to heal has to go through my inner hurting that I have felt throughout the years.

He lets out a soft yet sinister laugh after uttering these words.

Goth: I know I was violent when I referred myself to the King of Kings, I know I was violent when I referred myself to be the Goth Father… Hell would freeze over the day that I arrived and walked away after mere days Bill. And YOU?? You will get strap marks all across  your body, your throat will feel the sensation of leather straps closing in on your windpipe. And not because I want to hurt you, but because I need to show you my love through the most violent ways. Nobody will talk about any other match after we have competed Bill, because nobody will have an ounce of care left upon their minds!!! Because to some this is nothing more than a joke, to others it’s a way to earn money!! but for me?? For me it is a way of life where I intend to Heal people like you by Hurting them. Its just a pity I am forced to take out men’s best friend.

Goth places his hand upon the camera to end the recording.

August 8th 2023,

Rio De Janeiro, Brazil

The door opens to the penthouse hotel that Goth and Melissa had rented for this week, Melissa walks in first as Goth follows her a few moments after. He looks at the hotel room, taking in the sight before sighing as he walks over to the couch. He drops down and leans his head back, groaning from the flight and the time they had spent at the airport. Lots of fans had gathered around to meet the Hall of Famer and his wife, he had always been a welcoming guest in this country.

Melissa: Want me to order something Gerrit???

He looks over at his wife and smiles and nods his head, she immediately grabs the phone and orders something from the hotel.

Goth: My wife…..

He chuckles, for some reason he still has to get used to call Melissa his wife after marrying her at the SummerXXXTreme extravaganza. It was one of the most beautiful days of his life, along with the marriage of his first wife and the birth of his son. He pulls up his hand and stares at his wedding ring, remembering how many times he had seen fail because of Candy’s attempts to give him a romantic date with Melissa. This causes him to smile and then pulling off the sweaty shirt that he was wearing. He walks passed Melissa, who is sitting on the dinner table and kisses her forehead before walking towards the shower. There he throws the shirt across towel rack and turns on the cold water and splashes it across his face.

He lets out a sigh, enjoying the cool water before turning off the water. He grabs a towel and wipes his face clean and then turns his attention towards the bedroom. He grabs his suitcase and pulls out a new shirt and puts it on. He stares at himself in the mirror, smiles at himself as he pulls the shirt back up. Admiring his physique as he has been working out in the gym a lot to prepare for his return. Setting his sights upon payback for the time tha the had missed due to injury in both Sin City and the WGWF. There he has vowed to avenge the heinous attack of Joe Montuori from attacking him and reinjuring him after breaking his arm and shoulder.

Goth: Joseph…,

The name causes him to close his hands into fists, biting upon his lower lip as his anger is building inside of him. But he decides to shake it off, realizing that there’s a place and time for everything.

Goth: Rome wasn’t built in a day Gerrit….,

He chuckles, he lowers the shirt after admiring his muscular stomach for a final time. He walks back into the living room of his hotel room. There Melissa walks over towards him after hanging up the phone. She wraps her arms around his neck and places a soft kiss upon his lips.

Melissa: So what do you have on your mind for tonight??

She asks as she stares into his eyes with the innocent look in hers, causing him to melt away as he kisses her lips tender.

Goth: I was hoping that we could just relax tonight, watch a movie and enjoy the fact that Gerrit Jr. is not around

The two grin, she places her head on his chest and lets out a sigh.

Melissa: I love that thought, give me a moment while I put on something more comfortable.

She walks off to their bedroom to change into something else as someone knocks on their hotel room door. Goth opens as the room service walks in and presents their dinner before leaving. Goth savours the smell of the food before staring at it as the hunger is taking over.

Goth: Hmm, that smells good.

He walks away, grabbing the folders that they had grabbed from the airport for Touristic Sights. The statue of Jesus Christ is on the front of nearly every folder, causing him to remember that Melissa had always wanted to visit that wonder. It made him think back to the first time that he and Sapphira had visited this city for the first time many years ago, how much she was mesmerized by it. And now he has an opportunity o relive that moment with his current wife.

Goth: How some things change and yet others never change…..

He mutters while letting out a smirk, he tosses the folders on the table and looks at the list of movies they could watch.

Goth: Ah, they have Blended….,

He whispers, a romantic comedy starring Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore. A movie that he and Melissa had fond memories of as it was the first movie he and Melissa had watched at his home on their first date. They had gone to the movies, but the movie they had seen bored them to death so they decided to go to his place and watch some movies and order pizzas

Goth: Classic’s never get boring….

He smiles, he remembers that they barely had watched the movie as their interest was more on each other. But it had become a tradition for them to at least watch it as often as they could.

Melissa: Hello gorgeous…,

Says the sweet voice of Melissa as he turns his head towards her direction and sees her standing there in one of his large shirts. He lets out a gasp as he notices the beautiful and muscular legs coming out underneath his shirt that ends midway her upper legs. She walks over towards him and stands on her toes as she plants a kiss upon his lips before noticing the movie that he had ordered and grins. She turns around and tip toes towards the dinner plates and sits on the seat as Goth sits down in front of her as they start to eat before the shot slowly fades.

Later that night:

Goth can be seen in his hotel room, his wife is softly snoring as she has her head on his lap as he is watching another movie. The two had shared a happy moment together while watching their favorite movie until she had fallen asleep, giving him the opportunity to drift off in thoughts. He has had these moments in recent months, where he feels that he drifts from the happy married Gerrit into the Goth of misery. Thinking back upon the injury that he had suffered during the Blast From The Past, wasting not only his opportunity to qualify to challenge for the world title. But realizing that it was Kim’s opportunity gone to waste as well, something that he had issues overcoming for a quite some time.

He remembers Kim telling him that she did not blame him, but being a competitive person like him just didn’t set well for him for quite some time. And then there was Monday Night Brawl on WGWF, the moment that he had came out and tell the world that he would return very soon until being attacked by Joe Montuori. A man that had broke his arm and shoulder, a thought that caused him to lift his left hand that was caressing Melissa’s hair to touch his arm. Feeling some tingling sensations run through his arm as he bites his lower lip.

Goth: I will pity you for the moment that eventually will come Joseph.., because it’s you know that will feel the suffering when Goth comes around

The look on his face darkens after making a reference to the classic Johnny Cash’s When God Comes Around being directed to the man that broke his arm. But he realizes now that there is no use to think too much about what could happen eventually when he returns to the other company as well. He smiles, shaking his head as he remembers that he is still on an extended honeymoon with his wife…. or at least so it would seem in his mind

He looks at the clock on his cell phone that is resting on the back rest of the sofa, he notices that he has received several messages from the Troll as well as Mac Bane. He smiles, he loved how everyone has kept in touch with him while he has been on the shelf. Something that he had missed prior to joining the Saviors a few years ago. And now he is the man that is leading this version of the Saviors to take it back to greater heights that we have grown accustomed to from them. He closes his eyes as he leans his head back against the back rest of the couch

Goth: I know you have wanted me be patient….,

He says in the emptiness of the room beside him and his sleeping wife, talking to seemingly nobody in particular before slowly placing the head of Melissa on top of a pillow as he slowly walks towards the balcony doors and open them. There he drops to his knees and lowers his head as he starts to pray.

Goth: At first I thought YOU asked too much of me, as patience was never my strongest suit. And yet, I have accepted my fate and learned from it. As I know now that it was my trail to be a leader… and take everyone by my hand as a leader… a Savior…. Ultimately taking away what I deem necessary

He slowly rises and sits on the edge of the balcony, staring back into the dark room where Melissa is still sleeping. Well there is a small lamp burning in their bedroom, a lamp that he somehow assumed he had forgotten to turn off. He was about to get up and turn it off when he noticed a shape of a head resting on the nightstand where the lamp was standing. He starts to freeze in his tracks.

Goth: People need to remember the face that they have ridiculed for so many years, the greatness that they did not believe existed and spat on in denial….

He slowly tenses his arms as his hands turn into closed fists, his breathing increases before resting both hands against the open doors of the balcony and softly starts to cry.

Goth: Forgive them Father, they have sinned….

He begins to laugh soft, yet sinister as his breathing increases. He gazes upon the shape on the nightstand, he knew what it was. It has become a part of him as he needed something to escape from his agonizing pain and find inner peace.

Goth: That crown of thorns was a curse and a blessing Lord….,

His dark eyes glaze over towards it, tracing every inch of the mask that he had made for himself. Wanting to come closer to a destination that he needed to be. The one destination that only he knows and nobody else, well except for his wife. He runs his hands across his goatee, feeling the facial hairs that he has been ignoring for a while and chuckles. He had never cared about a beard or a goatee, but that has changed over the recent weeks. He slowly gets to his feet and walks over towards the room as he has noticed that Melissa had awoken and stands in the doorway of the Balcony. She wraps her arms around his waist as she presses her body against his. Feeling her gentle breathing through the fabric of his shirt as he cannot resist himself by wrapping his arms around her body and caressing it through his shirt. He hears her soft whimper as he squeezes the backside and softly whispers towards her that they should move towards the bedroom. She giggles and heads off as he watches her before closing the balcony doors behind him and follows her to the bedroom as well.

THE JUDGMENT OF MAX STEELE



10th of August 2023

Goth and Meissa have gone sightseeing and have come to the massive statue of Jesus Christ. Melissa is taking pictures from the man that is recognized as the Savior of the people, the son of God. Goth himself is admiring the enthusiasm of Melissa as he is actually concentrating about his return match this coming Sunday as well as what is next ahead of him in the weeks to come. Bill Barnhart at the next big show as well as retribution against another name that has been trying to get under his skin. But he shakes it off, he is here to enjoy the sights with Melissa and doesn’t want it to be ruined by him returning to the ring very soon.

Melissa: This is amazing Gerrit, I’m so glad that we finally are able to get to see this!!!

She says before planting a soft kiss on his lips, she pulls away and he is met by a smile that has grown from ear to ear. This causes him to smile back, he had been here several times before in the past. But he had to admit that it never got old being here, it must be something about the meaning of faith that draws people from all over the world to come here. He puts on his sunglasses as he looks up at the statue’s face that is being surrounded by bright sunlight as it is shining high above it. His eyes travels from the left arm to the right, trying to take in every possible detail of the statue. Mesmerized in how many people it took to build this and how long.

Melissa: Can you take a picture Gerrit???

She asks as she walks as close as possible to the feet of the statue, Goth kneels down as in order to capture her as well as the statue as best as possible before snapping the picture. he then stares at the digital screen of the camra in order to see how well it had went as the shot made him think back to the days of him and Chantal, or better known as Sapphira had taken pictures here.

Melissa: Can I see???

The question shakes Goth out of his thoughts and smiles before showing her the end result, this causes her to smile before kissing him back on the lips.

Melissa: So what will we do next Gerrit???

Goth smirks, he brushes some hair out of her face before he responds

Goth: I thought we could take a helicopter flight and watch the statue up close.

The eyes widen on the face of Melissa, she clearly had not expected this as she wraps her arms around his neck and thanks him seemingly a thousand times. Goth smiles as the two head off to their car.

Goth and Meissa step out of the helicopter after their flight, they enter their car they had rented as they head back to their hotel. He listens to what Mellissa had to say from the experience that she had endured in the helicopter, it causes him to smile as he loves her desire to soak in everything about culture and history. He himself had enjoyed it as well, even though he has done this a multiple times and it wasn’t that new to him as it was to her. They stop at the hotel as they both check in before Melissa excuses herself to take a shower. Goth grabs a bottle of water and drops on the sofa nearest to him and takes a deep breath.

Goth: So good to be back…,

He smirks as he takes off the cap of the bottle of water and takes a sip from it before trying to ignore the camera that he knew was recording everything he does or says.

Goth: And I am not so much referring to this lovely city and country, even though you have to be here around the time that Carnaval comes around. The crowd gets excited, nearly as much as when the Yellow Canaries play against their arch rivals of Argentina.

He chuckles as he takes another sip, thinking back to the reference of the Brazilian and Argentinian football team.

Goth: But I have to sadly disappoint these wonderful people, because I was referring to entering that six sided ring for the first time in nearly four months. Four freaking months!!! I was out for a freaking injury that already sidelined me before some sad individual caused me to be gone even longer. But you will endure your wrath in due time Joseph….

He smirks as his left eye moves over towards the camera and gives it a small wink before turning his attention back to the balcony that he was staring at the entire time.

Goth: But sadly that does not concern you Max, of course it doesn’t. Because what has happened in the past must remain in the past. Similar to what happens in Vegas…, well you know where I am referring too don’t you???

He sighs as he takes a final sip before puting the cap back on the bottle and place it on the small table in front of him.

Goth: So what can I possibly say to degrade you Max?? Is it the obvious that you have garnered the distinguished honor of being the FIRST in a line of undoubtedly many after you losses against my friend the Troll?? Or is it taking a stab at you by saying that your name doesn’t make me think that you are the Man of Steel?? Being a disappointment to anything that could be supreme???

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head

Goth: Let’s not go to the childish behavior that I have seen from Ariana’s hot desire to get a poster of Gabriel on her bedroom wall and her pie faced husband of hers. No Max, lets talk about YOU.

Do I know you?? No, I don’t. Because I can already tell, you are like one in a million that wish to become a wrestler. To enjoy the limelights, get adored by the fans and most importantly get paid right??

He closes his eyes and shakes his head, he remains silent for a few moments before he continues

Goth: Such sinful thoughts that I have seen so many times, thoughts and lustful desires that I need to grab by the throat and choke the essence out of you.

He suddenly extends his arms forwards, using his hands to squeeze an imaginary neck to emphasize the words that he just uttered a few moments ago. We see his eyes have reopened, staring at his hands with a purpose and a demeanor that we have not seen before.

Goth: I know it must sound like you are stuck on Sunday School isn’t it?? But then again, perhaps it would have saved a few brain cells down the road to at least make you realize that you are wrong Max. Wrong to the point that I need to teach you the hard way that you do not belong in the same realm like me.

He watches his hands slowly regain it’s color as he had squeezed his hands so tight that they had turned pale

Goth: I know, I know that you must be from the limited school of Hard Knox right?? Where you were taught at a young age that your opponent is reduced to someone that sucks right?? That you will beat him because you are better than him and that there’s nothing that anyone can do to stop you. And I guess I have to applaud you for somehow managing to confuse the owners of Sin City Wrestling that you are actually worth the money they speed on dining at a local Taco Bell instead of wining and dining with kings and queens. But I guess we all need to start somewhere don’t we???

But instead of dumping you in the ground like the waste that you are, I should just be thankful for the fact that I can make an example out of you. An example of what could happen to Bill Barnhart in a few weeks. My first Super Card in months Max, you do know what super means right?? That is the level that you strive to reach, the level that you have dreamt a thousand wet dreams over and over again before waking up underneath the bed sheets that you have been clinging onto for dear life!! Ultimately ending up on your knees and putting those hands together. Asking the Dear God from above that one day you could actually accomplish what I am destined to do…

He puts his hands together, sniffs at the odor of sweat that have culminated throughout the day due the humid weather in Brazil. He tastes a few drops of sweat with his tongue and smiles.

Goth: Truth hurts doesn’t it Max?? I can sit here and tell the tale of all the Max Steeles that I have had the pleasure to demolish mentally before even stepping foot inside the ring. Because that’s the first part of your realization that this is the reason why I have lasted over twenty years inside the ring…. The reason why people had to eat their words over and over again as they have adapted to the new way of life. But they all need to understand that I am LIFE!!! Not even our beloved World Champion can hold a candle to ME!! And soon enough he will finally find out that the man that he has beaten before is no more.

I do urge you to keep watching me when I enter that ring after you Max, I urge you to dare and stare into the eyes of the man that stands before you. To watch me before I take off my mask and reveal the same face that I present to you right now. Because you will witness a transformation right before your very eyes.

He slowly gets up, he walks towards the bedroom and grabs the mask off the nightstand and stares at it. Delicately tracing his fingers across the crown of thorns that resembles the crown of thorns that was placed upon the head of the Savior Jesus Christ before his moment of hung against the cross.

Goth: Ever wondered what it would be like Max?? Where you are being ridiculed by the people that you were trying to save?? To die for their sins?? Only to return a few days later and open your arms to those who claimed that they truly loved you, but failed you the most??

Of course you cannot, because you have never tried to do so. I have sat on my knees many times before people like YOU many times before. And now that I have this in my hands I realize that I do not need to carry your sins on my back no more. Because you do not deserve the love that I give my Saviors. You deserve the old fashioned way of love Max, by beating the respect into your body by watching you suffer like Moses did when he took HIS people to the promised land.

Goth slowly places the mask upon his head and inhales deeply, letting out a sigh of relief as his breathing rapidly increases for a few seconds before regaining composure.

Goth: Now I cannot bore you to death with Biblical references the entire way now can I?? Of course not, because the final chapter of your demise is all within these eyes Max.

The camera zooms in on the face of Goth as his gaze darkens within a few moments.

Goth: Please don’t confuse me with what Mac Bane once was for this group of people who volunteered to be at my side Max. He and I are built from the same cloth, even though we may do things our way. But I am far more reckless than he has ever dreamt of to be!!!

He scratches at the mask, making it sit far more tighter across his face as we hear a maniacal laugh.

Goth: WHEN I LOOK AT YOU, I truly see the people that either have hurt me or that I wish to hurt!!! I see Bill Barnhart, I see Joe Montuori!!! Hell I see Austin James Mercer, J2H!! Calvin or Michael Harris!!! Every single name that you may or may have never heard off is inside my head!!!!

He starts to dig his knuckles against the temples of his head as he groans out with satisfaction.

Goth: Nowadays I cannot understand people like you that want to start get into wrestling, because their motivation is so much different than mine back then. For you is to make a career, for me is to keep a roof above my head and being able to pay the bills and afford a meal!!! Hell, I had to take care of my wife as well… While YOU?? You went to a wrestling school, grown out of the loins of a wrestling family and want to proof to the world t hat you can do it on your own. Oh cry me a fucking river will ya??

Goth presses his fists harder against the mask that covers his face, causing it to slowly alter its position as his eyes get lost for 75 percent of what it was a few moments ago.

Goth: Why hide your face Goth?? Do you got something to hide?? Are you ashamed of something?? And to that i have to answer with a definite yes Max… I do…. I am ashamed of what has become of people like YOU!! People that think they are entitled to something!!! I have not had a world title shot since I beat then world champion Marc “The Dragon” Cross in a non title match. And you know why?? Because they did not felt that this company needs a Nostalgia act to be their world champion… Apparently J2H is an example to that rule isn’t it??? FUCK THAT SHIT!!! I have been here for over 2 and a half years since joining in October of 2021!! I have earned every single title since returning to this company exact that one belt. And are you going to be a spoiling afterthought in my career Max?? We both know that this isn’t the case now is it???

I bet you will hide in the shadows of your own imagination, question yourself what happened when the Troll outdid you in the most embarrassing fashion that YOU have ever experienced in your young career. I bet you won’t even show up and look me in the eyes. So I dare you to make any references to me wearing a Goth Damn mask… Because I cannot even consider looking you in the eyes even if your fucking life depended upon it.

But to prove that I am a thankful man, I will acknowledge the fact that you will be my road back to recovery of some sorts. As I am on a path for greater things.., while YOU? I guess the pits of anonymity. Because when I am done with you, you will reconsider the choices you have made in your entire life. Not just the decision of thinking that doing some flip flop moves will make you a legend like I am… But the entire existence that you have wasted… And for everyone that has ever been “Graced” with your existence.

Farewell my first casualty of The Messiah of Pain….

With that Goth pushes his hand in front of the camera to stop the recording.