The Rebirth of sorts
Chapter Two: Legends.“Inner Thoughts:
I know I haven’t done this in a very long time, expressing my thoughts and feelings upon a piece of paper for everyone to read. But this is different, this isn’t just like any ordinary match where someone wishes to pretend he is better than you. Even though that is basically exactly what we try to do, to prove a point that you need to kiss the other man’s boots so to speak to prove a point of dominance. Or at least, that’s how I have been climbing through the ranks of many wrestling companies since the early 2000’s. Something that I do not need to explain to my opponent at High Stakes, as that is the reason why I will publicies my thoughts once more. And before you start to claim that I am just doing something different, trying not to go stale…. I’ve been writing them down since day one…. But I guess none of you have been worth it to be publicized since Global Wrestling Alliance closed its doors… And if that means I am crushing your pathetic and sensitive feelings?? Well tough luck, I have been politically correct for way too long… It’s time why me and Chris Page will prove to you all that OUR era’s have only been imitated and never duplicated….
I remember the days when I entered someone else’s territory, that’s what we called every wrestling company or state that had its hero and it’s villains. Something that you social media frenzies have only heard or read about, yet never actually experienced. Good for you, good for you to have never experienced pure hatred when I once again exposed another fraud that once was their big time hero. The man that kissed their babies and always told them to stay positive and say your prayers. Funny isn’t it how Good must always prevail over evil…. But we all know that the Boogeyman will always come and get what he is owed?? And I have collected so many times that I have sometimes wondered whether I had an angel or a devil on my shoulder, making sure that I would never be harmed after making my Prophecy come true once more….
Forgive me if these aren’t the words that you normally wouldn’t hear upon a televised promo, but we know that everyone in Sin City Wrestling had to promise the two bosses that are seated high in their pearly white towers that we shall behave…. But I guess only fools would try and make you all believe that none of us are the snake that is waiting for that moment to strike. Something that I know is that Chris Page will be allowed to look back upon all the fantastic stories that HE DOESN’T have enough time to share with us all to explicitly explain to us all that your modern day wrestlers are nothing more than a sharade … A mere hopeful ideal to ever come close to what we have become….
But I guess we all can dream can’t we??
Of course you can, I urge you all to close your eyes and pretend even if it is for a moment or two. To allow yourself to dwell into a world that once was, but only lives in the memories of those who actually experienced it. The blood for the sake of blood, the gore for the sake of the gore… And not because some people believe that they are entitled to things that I would not even wake up for these days. Because I have already done so, I have already EARNED my spot in the realm that only includes a few like Chronic Chris Page as some others as well. A realm that you have never heard of, so pride yourself for not having forgotten exactly what all of these modern day wrestlers believe that they would give their right hand in order to be amongst the true of the Elite… But deep down inside, they need to settle with a balcony view over wastelands that is what wrestling is all about these days…
Until next time,
Sincerely yours….,
Goth.”its October 20th, Goth is preparing something to eat for Melissa as she is resting from her very extensive workouts she had today. He is humming to some music that is in the background while making sure that her food does not get overcooked. He has finished slicing the final bits of vegetables before adding them in a bowl as he is preparing a salad next to the fish and other bits of food that he knows that Melissa loves to eat. He is so proud of her for actually having the willpower to continue with the excruciating workouts to prepare herself for the Chamber of Extreme.
The word Extreme makes him laugh, he had heard Jessie Salco explain during her promo what the chamber looks like and what you could expect. It had made him roll his eyes, remembering his two stints in the Psycho Circus Hell in a Cell elimination match where you had to bring your own weapon to the dance as well as having to deal with ten other wrestlers. Having the Cell surrounded with barbed wire, other weaponry that were there for the picking to be used when you felt like it. He had already shared his experiences with Melissa, something that he had noticed by her reactions that it was the first time that she actually was rather shocked. But that was only the first impression, because he knew that she would ultimately accept her fate and cherish the experience of proving a point towards Jessie Salco. A mindset that he had prided himself for installing it in her mind right from the get go since joining the wrestling company.
Goth turns his attention towards the fish, carefully turning it around, making sure that both sides of the two pieces of fish were equally prepared. He then turns his attention towards the glass of orange juice and takes a sip from it, enjoying the taste while looking around the kitchen as he suddenly starts to smile.
“I wonder how long it will take before I have to carry Melissa out of her bedroom.”His answer is met by a playful pat on his ass by Melissa as she has walked into the kitchen wearing nothing more than one of his older and obviously much larger shirts. The shirt is hanging loosely over her left shoulder, showing her bare skin while covering the right. The bottom part of the shirt falls all the way to her knees, giving him a beautiful view of her muscular legs as he has always enjoyed admiring her beautiful body.
“Were you having another of your wild fantasies about me??”She asks while giving him a playful wink, this causes him to chuckle as he wraps his arms around her waist from behind and kisses the bare left shoulder as this causes her to giggle. He holds her there in his embrace for a few moments longer before turning his attention back to the food.
“Dinner will be ready in a few, it’s time that we satisfy that appetite of yours.”He says with a smirk, looking over his shoulder as he watches her walk towards the dinner table so that she could set it up for the two of them. Goth turns his attention back towards the food and starts to wonder if this is the life that he could see him and Melissa spend with each other after he has retired. Realizing that all the attention would go to Melissa’s wrestling career, something that he had been very vocal about when expressing that he would help her guide through her everyday life as a wrestler. Perhaps they could take his son with them more often as he is slowly getting older and more capable of studying while being on the road with them.
He thinks back to the 300th show last year, where he had been asked to be the special guest host. Causing him to laugh as he remembers the look on his son’s face when he was told that he could come with him and Melissa and meet all the Bombshells. It made him realize how much his son had grown so much as he had started to enjoy the company of women and girls.
“That smile better not be for any other Bombshell than me mister.”She says with a playful smile on her face as she suddenly stands next to him and grabs a piece of the salad that he had made. He chuckles as he pats her playfully on the butt before turning his attention back to the dinner that he was preparing. Grabbing some plates and silver wear before placing everything on the dinner plates and turns his attention towards the dinner table with a big time smile on his face.
“I knew I should have asked if Candy could join us….”He says before both burst out in laughter and walk over towards the dinner table and start to enjoy their dinner before Melissa heads off to bed for an early night. This gives Goth the chance to do the dishes and grab another glass of orange juice to drink while watching his tag team match that he and Ken Davison had joined forces against Ben Jordan and the man that he will be facing next week on High Stakes XII. He watches the match intensely, repeating some moments during the match where he cringes over some of the mistakes that had taken place during the match. Goth couldn’t help but think back to the days of him and his old tag team partner back in Global Wrestling Alliance Fang. The man that he had joined forces in the hope of one day wear tag team gold. Something that to their very own surprise had happened rather fast and on multiple occasions. They even once held the tag team titles for a record period of time before the team of Rex Butler and Jason Cash from Zero Tolerance took it away from them. He had no qualms about it, they were actually much better than he and Fang had ever dared to hope for… And yet they were still considered to be amongst the elite of the tag team division that GWA has ever seen….
“Not bad for a bunch of mid carders huh??”Goth says to himself as a chuckle emerges upon his face, he had fond memories of his younger days. He had asked himself multiple times what had driven him to have worn skull face paint for all those years, but then again if something isn’t broken then why try to fix it?? His concentration is suddenly snapped back to the match he was watching when he notices the moment that had cost him and Ken Davison to lose the match when he wanted to break the three count, but he was stopped by Chris Page.
“Chris Page….”He utters the name of the man that he had volunteered to face after the injury from Helluva Bottom Carter was announced. Goth wanted to get in the ring with the man that had not only stopped him from continuing the match… but also prevented him to become the number one contender for the world title. And to make things worse, Chris Page had stolen his luggage, only to try and swerve him to try and rekindle the tag team division by presenting him the vacated tag team titles. The audacity of this man has angered him, this is no way to respect the legacy of what once was a proud tag team division… And yet….
“Stop it….” Goth shakes his head, he knew that his first major championship was a singles title. But he had to admit that his true legacy had begun with the world tag team titles. He took pride in having had several tag team partners that he had guided to numerous tag team championships. He had told himself that he was a complete wrestler, capable of excelling in both singles and tag team wrestling. Yet his legacy as a tag team wrestler has somehow ended upon the backburner since his rise in the singles divisions everywhere as well as the now defunct tag and mixed tag team divisions. He couldn’t believe that nobody had the interest to start and trust someone in order to share a common goal. Everyone is so focused upon their own success, making him realize that a part of a wrestler’s education to rise to the very top is now overlooked and forgotten.
“Not my fault that people are stupid.”He mutters as he takes a sip from the glass of orange juice, he stares at the screen where he sees the shot of Chris Page and Ben Jordan celebrating. He ignores Ben Jordan as his focus is solely upon Chronic Chris Page. A man that is a veteran in the game, just like him. A man that has travelled several federations throughout his long career, held multiple championships just like himself. So much similarities and yet he notices a difference. Chris Page had always believed that moving from federations and constantly facing new people makes you better. Something that Goth has done in the past as well, even though he always was loyal the most to one brand at a time. But occasionally spreading his wings and test the tides of different companies in improving himself as he would take it back to the one company that he was most loyal towards. He has recently signed with XWF besides SCW, even though it excites him to face new and unknown wrestlers his loyalties lay with the company that he has established himself in such a way that he has never expected… Especially not at this point of his career where his body is starting to feel the consequences of his foolish lifestyle of twenty years ago. But obviously, there is no regrets.
“Chris Page…”He softly whispers the name of the man that he wants to face one on one, a man that he feels is entering his wrestling domain. The man that is knocking at HIS door in a quest to take home the world championship belt…. Something that Goth wants as well, the audacity… And yet, he can admire the desire of a man that is even older than he is. A brash ego, challenging the world to face HIS CCP Enterprises… an organization that even includes his friend and fellow Saviors Mac Bane. He wonders how Mac feels about all of this. About Goth challenging the man that is his manager??
“Ugh…, stop whining.”It’s actually rather foolish to think that Mac Bane would resent it, he was the referee during the tag team match and called it down the middle without choosing sides. He knew how the game of wrestling works, the ego’s that sometimes needs to be put in check before everyone moves back into their own directions. But Goth needed to know, he could not look himself in the mirror if he had not had the opportunity to outdo Chronic Chris Page at a huge Super Card. A show where everyone will take part off, showing respect to the winners of the awards and the Hall of Fame Inductees… yes even if it is Jessie freaking Salco. He knows his retirement is evident, his contract ends at the end of next year, with a personal option from his side to perhaps continue or not. A question he himself does not know whether he wants to continue or end it upon a high note. That includes winning the world title for a final time…. Something that he clearly is nowhere near at grasping. Especially if he does not beat Chris Page.
He takes another sip from the glass of orange juice, secretly wishing that it was some alcoholic beverage of what he enjoyed drinking in the past. This causes him to sigh before smirking. He knew that alcohol would turn him into a mumbling idiot. So much has changed in his life, the responsibility as a father. Beign engaged with a wonderful woman that adores him for who he is, not for what he has created throughout his twenty-year long tenure. Something that to this very day still hurts him to hear people accuse her of taking advantage of him in order to get ahead of others. In the past he would not have cared a fuck what people had said, but the tough aura that he had created throughout mostly the early days of his career has been replaced with being a sentimental old man.
“Stop the insecurity damnit.”He shakes his head, closing and reopening his eyes a few times in the hope of once again finding his focus on that what is at hand. The man that he had faced twice in multi man matches. The very first time that two legends of their magnitude will be facing each other inside the six sided ring in a battle that should be considered to be one of respect. One of proving towards the other that only one can walk out victorious. He shrugs his shoulders at the thought of the Ben Jordan vs. Chris Page match at the last Super Card. Granted Ben is also a legend, but besides that tag match and a battle Royal many years ago where neither man has had any involvement of the other man’s elimination gave him a blank… a huge question mark on whether he actually should put him in the same discussion like him and Chris Page. Perhaps words that if spoken out loud would be answered with a large sample of boos…. But then again, what else is new.
He takes a final sip from the glass of orange juice before putting it on the table and stares at the screen for the final time. He finally decides to turn everything off and join Melissa in bed as the shot fades.
Legend vs. LegendIt’s Friday 21st of October, Goth is viewing the built up to the six-sided ring where he and Chris Page will compete in 9 days from now. He is chewing on some salt free peanuts while admiring the work ethic from the crew that built and take down wrestling rings every single time. Their commitment to make sure that the fans will get the best wrestling shows imaginable prides Goth. It’s a reason why he often takes time off to spent time with them, acknowledging their work and sometime treat them to a nice cold drink while sharing stories amongst themselves.
But this time though things is differently, he has kept distance from the crew. Allowing them to be focused upon their job and not daring to take any risk of taking them out of their concentration. Because he knows that something rather important needs to happen next week on Sunday, something that he cannot allow a miscalculation upon their or his part to take place.
“It’s quite a wonderful moment today. The first time in quite some time that I can finally address an opponent for a match…. Especially when you take the opportunity to acknowledge that I need to be at my very best. Now I can hear you all tell me in the comment section that you need to be focused at any given moment before stepping foot inside the ring. True, but you have never been in the ring with someone of the likes of Chris Page now have you??”He shakes his head, there have been only a handful of wrestlers that has competed against this man. He and Ben Jordan have shared the ring with him twice, but Ben was a partner once so that would not count as much as what he had to endure. And now? That one on one confrontation that people have often asked themselves whether it would ever happen. And now it is that moment finally here. Two men that has lifted the sports of wrestling to a level that others have benefitted from.
“People say it’s an honor to face a legend, to have that opportunity to challenge yourself against an established name. But to have that once in a lifetime opportunity for two of them to step foot inside the ring, the mere thought that in over twenty years the opportunity of a one on one has avoided us so many times. Question remains Chris…, why? Is it you? Is it me? Is it the mere fact that none of us ever have heard about the other??? It would be a shallow thought wouldn’t it?? But we both know the truth behind it don’t we?? The mere thought of two Alpha Males of our capabilities underneath the same roof would ultimately cause chaos and deception. But ultimately it’s the companies that are too scared to take a risk on two instead of one…. But not Sin City Wrestling. And that’s why they are the very best organization in this wrestling industry…., a reason why I have been here for so long while others barely dare to risk their entire careers for taking that spot against people like me. The question remains Chris…, are you that brave??? Or is that the reason why you sulked up to me for being your tag team buddy.”
“I don’t intend to play a role Chris… What you see is what you get, the very best technical wrestler with a mindset to destroy. There’s no superstar in this company that has achieved what I have done… NOBODY!! NO Ben Jordan, no Fenris, no Bill freaking Barnhart, no fucking body!!!! And all I want is to take it to a level that the world will know that when I retire…. That a LEGACY has ended… A legacy that even YOU with no matter how many titles cannot compare. Because ultimately you can utter the words that you have tried, but that you have failed. And I don’t care whatever you can say about taking another world title…. If you can’t beat me, that title is meaningless. That quest of being my tag team partner will mean nothing…. Except perhaps me doing you a favor.“Goth smirks at the same words that he has just uttered
“What does it sound like? A charity case?? You see Chris, this is exactly what you can expect from a once in a lifetime superstar both on the mic and inside that six sided ring, because I expect nothing BUT the best from myself and exactly who I am facing inside that battleground that we call the ring. And that doesn’t mean that I walk out victorious every single time that I step inside the ring. But nobody can state that I fucked up… And I expect that from everyone else, so don’t disappoint me Chris. Or else I have to put you out in a fashion that you have never experienced in your life. You see, I am not going to use the old Yellar reference. Because age is an experience that nobody is allowed to overlook. But when it comes down to be the very best, it’s quite obvious…. It’s going to be Goth beating you one….two… three….”Goth gets up and walks off as the shot fades
