I tasted victory once again, it may have taken a while. But then again, it was worth the wait. I knew that eventually it would come and it came. It came in the form of sweet irony of how it would go down… I told the world it would happen and guess what? It did…. And now? Now it’s time to go home….., home where I will show the world what a true native of my country can do inside that ring… may mercy be upon your souls….
The opening shot emerges from a cold and abandoned hallway, somewhere unknown. Somewhere dark and secluded. A figure can be seen sitting on the floor, looking up to a window filled with dark figures. The figure has got sunglasses on his face, staring at the window as his face shows nothing more than a sadistic smile.
I knew you would come, they always do… just like they did in the past, I guess the present is just like always… a returning factor…,
The figure wipes his arm across his nose, looking at it as to see what has come across his aarm.
Oh my sweet native country of the Netherlands. The home of where everything is possible, equal rights is high in our ideals. The country where you can smoke pot and go to some hookers in a red light district is legal. The nation of the wooden shoes, the windmills, the tulips and all the other things that make us stand out in the world. And the nation of where one Goth has come from, without a shadow of a doubt the greatest wrestler that has ever been born.
Sure sounds great to promote this great country of historical significance. Those of pride and those what would bring the red of shame on the jaws of those who had come from the long line of sinners in this nation. And yet, aren’t we all proud of that what we have come from? Proud of great talented people, great music. Great stimulated influences, great historical facts, great inventions. Even the fact that US Dutch people are open minded for believes and sexual preferences. But most of all, aren’t we poud for the fact that there is no other nation like us? No other man like me? No other historical figure that has seen it all and that has done it all? Tell me what more could you have asked for? For another moment of greatness in his own home town? Against two men? Against one familiar name and the other? Well he will learn eventually…,
A sinister grin can be seen emerging from his face, pushing his head back to the wall and stare into the void. A soft whisper, a name can be heard escaping his mouth as he continues to talk.
Jared, dear Jared Black. The Black army of Pryde wrestling. You, and that Brazilian idiot that thought he could remain undefeated in his quest for greatness. What a joke that was, I came… I saw… and I destroyed his hopes and dreams. Hell I made him look for the imposter that he really was. A wannabe thug from the bad streets of Rio De Jenairo.. where in real life he was just a rich bitch that just did not know how to spend his life. You remember him don’t you? Wasn’t it you that attacked him? Having no need for him anymore? Oh great times wasn’t it? I mean surely you haven’t forgotten about me have you? Wasn’t it me that took your championship belt away from you?
Remember the thoughts that crossed your mind when you stood in awe against me. Seriously Jared, I thought more of you. But then again, who didn’t? A federation head that was sucking up to the boys in the back. A guy that needed an army of empty heads that would do whatever he wanted. And then you of course, you let yourself down the most.. wouldn’t you agree? Tell me Jared… where did it all go wrong my friend?
Goth closes his eyes and shakes his head. He puts his head in his hands and laughs through the hands.
Oh where did it all go wrong? I mean, you wanted to be the very best, just like me huh? And yet, who was the one who retired the federation as the Pryde champion? I know what you must be thinking, it was dead before you even joined it. Nobody even noticed it… just for you to sit back and weep like a little bitch. Knowing that your life wasn’t fulfilled. You know this to be true wouldn’t you agree Jared? I mean seriously, you never had a chance to succeed in life as long as I was around….
The laughter grows as Goth takes his hands from his face and stares into the camera for the very first time.
It was you that I enjoyed beating up the most and you know why? Because you as well as all the others were so damn predictable. The only difference was between you and the rest of the Black Care Bear army. Was the fact that you never gave up, always believed in the same stupid lies and never could do anything to harm me. Oh sure, I remember that one fight where you had everything going your way. In other words, having others do your evil bidding.w hile you ran away like the coward that you are. Must be harsh to realize that I’m still around huh Jared? I know what you must have been thinking, a young man in his prime. Having one man that he never could beat on his won… standing in his way? That after all those years that I would have been long gone huh? Well I guess a surprise is here to be noticed.
Goth stares deep into the camera, his eyes are piercing a hole through the soul of the camera man and the one man that he was aiming for.
Tell me Jared, how long did you had to wait to finally decide upon your grand return? It must have been hard on you to walk up to the unemployment line and have a kid ask you things. Asking you like when you finally would be able to wear those tight pants. Or the fact that you were reminded over and over again on the biggest match that you were in. and that you lost Jared… lost to a better man.
Losing to a man that has held every single title in Pryde history, perhaps the greatest achievement in such a short time. That it had to close it’s doors, I mean you know the saying don’t you? Stop at the prime of your career and Pryde was way past it’s prime. It was nothing more than an open house, holding itself together on the foundation of one man. One man Jared and that man is named Goth. The greatest of all time. Something that has bugged you since day one that we locked eyes and held you humbled by my presence. I know you won’t admit these things and that’s alright. One day you will come to the realisation that everyone comes to its’s point in life that second place is just fine. Admit it Jared, you will make the same mistakes and then I will hook you in these arms. And squeeze the life out of you, squeezing the breath out of you and then whisper. Whispering the words of do you remember? Remember these emotions? Or words of fight the urge to surrender, it would make it so much more fun for me to see you struggle. Struggling while I squeeze you into the Gothic Dream that is destined for you.
I know it will come eventually….
And then? Then there’s the other. The guy that knows me and brings the brash attitude to the point where he is being questioned by an Idiot. I mean seriously, like I care if I remember you or not. Like I care if I treated you like dogshit on a good Sunday morning when the birds were whistling their tunes and shitted down the stupid head that is you. Seriously, have you ever listened to one thing that the idiot mentioned? The man that comes from this nation and then him asking if you as European have the home field advantage? Classic mistakes like that makes me only laugh at stupidity that gets shoved down my throat every single day that I am alive. But that’s ok, I guess having the blood pumping, having my entire biography resided to one sentence that I’m dark and not to be trusted makes me want to just smile of joy….
Joy of a man that is wishing for his ass to be kicked, for having his troubles being showcased towards me as you are clearly one man that has problems. Problems on focussing on that what is truly important oh Johnny. The fact that I’m focused on the job that needs to be done my friend. It’s simple, I must beat you. I must take you and Jared down and look down upon your sorry excuses for asses and just smile. Smiling because the era of the Goth has just re emerged from the historical artifacts that is wrestling history.
Goth chuckles as he takes a deep breath.
In front of my own people, I will put down a wrestling clinic. In front of my own people, even though I’ve always been the hated one. in front of my people, as if that’s a distraction for me.. In front of the millions watching at home, hoping that I would pull it off once more. You see Johnny, where you seem to forget is the mere fact that I don’t care if I know you or not. The fact that I enter that ring and stare you in the eyes, that moment I know that I already beaten you. You know what that is Johnny? It’s called experience, it’s called knowledge of life. It’s called the fact that no matter what people want to bring to the dance. I will cherish it, I will enjoy it to the point that I like to have my body gets suffered for your efforts. And then? Then I like to return the favour.
You see Johnny, besides me being dark and not to be trusted. I’m also a man that wants to inflict pain. I’m a man that takes it and dishes out. I’m like the Reaper my friend. I know when it’s time to take you away from misery. Ask Jared, he has been there. I guess he has missed being the one that was turned into my slave of pleasure inside that ring. Inside that ring, I want to find out that what makes you tick. Inside that squared circle, I want to find out what your weaknesses are and how to exploit them. Inside that ring, I want to look you in the eyes and make you realize that I’m beyond just the words that you spoke off. You see, you tell me that you claim to know me. I treated you bad? I treated you like shit?
Ever wondered if you are perhaps not meant to be shit? Ever wondered why you are now here? Coming for revenge? Coming for the retribution that apparently I already have put upon you? You see Johnny, that’s what I do. I make your life a living hell. Whether it is inside the ring, or firing your ass in my own company. It’s what I do best, ask Jared. Ask everyone that has ever dared to cross my path and wanted to be better than me. In the long run, they all failed and I could just sit back and watch the show.
Goth puts his hand across his face and rubs his chin for a few moments before grinning
I wonder what your motives were to rejoin boys? Was it that you could not take it anymore? Living in the shadows of society? Wanting that spotlight again? Wanting to be a part of something that you thought was yours to be taken? Or was it merely the fact that you had a dream? A dream that you would stand over the fallen body of Goth? The man that has made your life a living hell? Apparently one of them says so and the other hushes in silence. No matter what the outcome will be boys, I own your lives and after this coming show…. I will once again reap what you could not sow….
Until then boys… good night…..,
