[Goth]

 It sure ain’t October, but I just love to have a German Beerfest every time that I visit this great nation. And you know why? Because you got to know it, Germany has got it all. It has the beer, it has the automobile, it has the history, it has the culture that explodes from everywhere. And it has got one of the greatest bands in the history of this modern world. And what more does it have? It has got a Nation as neighbour that is the greatest of all time. And we all know that the Dutch National Anthem has a line that reads that we are of German blood. So what more would you want? Another beer, pouring itself down my throat would be a great start to start off against a kid that needs history lessons written down before his very watchful eyes. History is something that this nation has, so do I… history of intending to repeat myself over and over and over again. It’s a historical fact that not many other men know how to deal with history. History tends to repeat itself, whether it was Cesar, whether it was Napoleon or that limp dick German guy that found his end when he tried to target Mother Russia. Something that the world knows off what has happened afterwards

But am I here to piss off the Germans??

A chuckle can be heard from a figure sitting in a bar, drinking a large beer as he is listening to the famous German band Rammstein playing their greatest songs that they’ve ever made. The figure has his eyes set on them, he has got the glass put to his mouth as he is swallowing another swig of the bear before putting the glass down and motions to a girl to come over.

(shouting over the music) CAN I HELP YOU?

(shouting) GET ME ANOTHER BEER!!!!

The female nods her head and writes it down as she heads off and to get the man another beer. The figure turns his attention towards the camera and grins, we recognize the figure as Goth.

Goth: I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way, a great celebration party for a match that was only elementary. I mean look at the facts, two weeks in a row I beat the living shit out of a guy that never should have gotten out of the retirement home. Jared Black was and forever will be a waste of time, a waste of time for those who pay hard earned money to watch a wrestling show. Waste of time for those who has got to do their best to make a match entertaining for the fans to watch. But most of all, it is a waste of time, my fucking time. I could have stayed in bed last Monday, I could have gotten down on my woman and made her moan and scream another time. But no, I had to get in the ring with an idiot that apparently was already on his way back to the unemployment line back home.

Goth chuckles as he moves his head to Rammstein’s Ohne Dich. One of the softer numbers of the German band that made a name for themselves for being different. Just like Goth always has been, different.

I had to look back and dig deep inside my skull, trying to remember a night where I was thinking about the days where Black could put on a wrestling show. And to be honest? Besides the gang efforts that these idiots put on together to beat me. I never could remember anything else that would solidify his legacy as nothing more than a wanker. Yes I use a term for our British friend, because the fact that this kid feels the need to express himself HIS way. The guy has got his intense mindset on, he has plotted a nice story to follow up his first victory in this dump. I mean seriously, he has gained a victory and now he is like the next thing that should take away the world heavyweight championship belt from our champion. What a difference a day makes huh my friend?

Goth sees the lady return with his beer, he slaps her on the behind as she winks at the Dutch wrestling legend.

And yet, it isn’t enough for the guy. Nope, he immediately jumps on the biggest task at hand. The fact that he figured out an ancient Russian Roulette rule. You lose in triple threat matches without being the one that gets pinned or submitted. Oh Goodie, so I guess you finally left your diaper, ran into the closet of your grandparents and found Grannies soiled drawers of her playthings that she desperately tried to hide from her bastard grandson?

You see Chris Brown, you are just wet behind the ears and must have seen a few matches in your past to think that you are the next big thing. The fact of the matter is that you are merely a simplistic fool, you have gotten a few things right and a whole lot of things messed up little boy. Yes, I beat your ass at a triple threat, yes I did pin the lesser man. Yes I am being Dutch, yes I am the one that makes 19 year old girls from London, England scream and moan of pleasure as I rub their bodies up with merely these fingers. But you see little dumb fuck. There is a thing why I am called the greatest trash talker in the history of this industry.

Goth grabs the glass and pours the entire beer down his throat as he finishes it in one simple swig.

I do not talk trash to make girls soil their pants, you should try it for a change. Perhaps you will get lucky one day and realize that someone else’s hand on your limp dick will make you squirt like a fountain. I talk trash because I know I can back it up. Weren’t you the one that was so hyped up on the fact that I would focus solely on an old feud that you would take advantage over us? Weren’t you the one that said that I held you down? Dude, listening to what you have said you should be thankful that I never put you on the radar of being something worth listening to. I talk trash about my opponents, because let’s face it. Guys like you are trash, they were meant to be beaten down. Being slapped across the face every single chance that I got. And you know why? Because people like you are just another example of what could happen to this world if birth control never freaking existed.

Goth fakes a shock on his face as he puts his hand in front of his mouth and starts to whisper that he did not meant it.

You see it’s fun to break down the spirit of those who think they got the world ready before their very watchful eyes. Guys like you, that needs to shave his first pubes before his first ever date realizes that it wasn’t Oil of Olaz that made your skin so baby soft. But the mere fact that jacking off does do something else besides making you go blind by every opportunity you got. Body fluids should be used carefully Charlie Brown, who knows you may miss out on the opportunity to give birth to Next Prime Minister of one fucked up island next to the North Sea.

But let’s go back to memory lane Brown, you see you tell the world that I did not beat you. You told the world that I went after Jared Black. You told the world that I never could beat you, you told the world that You were crying like crazy every time that you saw the Gallagher brothers sit on opposite sides of the table and share a soda. And yet you are too stupid to realize to understand a few simple details little bitch. One: It’s about who can outsmart the two other wrestlers to gain a victory and two: I could give a damn what the zits on your left ass cheek thinks over the fact that you could not beat me in a triple threat match.

Goth bursts into laughter as he listens to Rammstein perform Du Hasst to the people that came to listen to them.

Du…. Du Hasst, Du hasst mich gefracht und Ich had Nichst gesagt!!!

Some German lyrics that you can forget all you want Bobby Brown. Because when it all comes down to details, you are one step ahead of every elderly person that has lost his memory at whatever age. You are just going to be sitting in your arm chair, wanking off over a picture of page six girl that was hot 30 years ago. But that’s just it Mr. Brownstone, when it all comes down to it, I’m all jibberish to the brain that cannot see the difference between a Martini, shaken but not stirred. And the next glass of water that has been thrown in your face for not paying attention to whatever it is that I’m saying. I dumped your ass out of the ring, I threw you out of the ring at a triple threat match AFTER you did a number on Jared Black. Apparently I threw you out with such a force that the great and young and talented Minnie Brown could not get back in the ring to stop me from pinning the lesser of two jokes that were in the ring with me. But that will all change now would it Cory Brown?

Goth shakes his head as he is enjoying his taunting against his young opponent in the tournament for the world title.

Now I know that making fun of you is just like I said it is, fun in the beginning. But in the long run it will just get tired. It will just be like having to watch another Jared Black match. He gets in your face and spews out every possible bodily fluid known to mankind. He gets excited, it causes his heart to pump and who knows… he might last longer than the usual three minutes before he turns limp dick. And in the end, when you think he has a shot to lift up his big guns, he trips and falls face first into the dirt and has to swallow another maggot.

But you? You proclaim to be different. You proclaim to be the very best that your country has to offer. You refer to that faithful day where England and Germany played football and history happened. Funny how I remember a nation that walked into the lion’s den, walked up against a seemingly better nation and beat them in a fashion that the world still remembers. No goal that people talk off today whether it was over the line or not. No tainted victory that haunted their lives until the moment where Germany made you pay for the moment. No, we beat their asses and went on to win the European cup. Something that people like you never could understand why England got kicked out of the group stages by The Dutch in Germany. History tells a lot don’t you brash idiot.

History tells me the fact that I beat your ass, history tells me that I was laughing at your stinking face when you were taking a crap on the outside. Not knowing what hit you when I pinned Black. History tells me that every time that I step foot inside the ring with guys that I already beat once, that I will beat them again. And you know why? Because I’m the very best in repeating history over and over and over again. You just made it very simple for me to laugh at.

Goth stops his laughter as his eyes are fixated on the camera. Staring it down as if he is burning a hole through it’s soul.

Du, Du Hasst, Du Hasst Mich…..

Hate is a powerful word whether it is in English, German or even Dutch. It symbolises that what you can’t stand don’t you agree Johnnie? Oh yes I know your real name my friend. Do you hate me? Do you hate that what I stand for? Or is it merely the fact that every word that you dished out was merely words of stupidity? Words about the triple threat that symbolises the act of cowards. Always blaming losses on the fact that they never lost. That’s ok Johnnie, you never lost and the German twosome of terror Milli Vanilli never actually sang a damn word of the songs that made them wealthy cowards. Wealthy men for lying to their fans, but just like you. Every joke that tries to trick the reality, you will get busted. To them it was in front of a massive crowd when the record player got stuck repeating the same sentence over and over again. But with you? You will be caught, exposed and destroyed in front of a watching audience in Germany. And more importantly the millions watching around the world. The kids from your home country that are dying to find a new hero. Hero’s like Gary Linneker that used to score a lot of goals. But never could bring home the big one, hero’s like Gallagher brothers that make a habit fighting each other just as often as the guys as Blur. Hero’s like Ryan Giggs that finally decides to play for Wales instead of your pathetic country. Making your nation a nation where apparently it’s very difficult to build wingers of his quality to succeed in winning the big one. Hero’s like Chris Eubank that finally after a successful boxing career decides to don it for a modelling career.

Do I need to go on Johnnie?

It’s very simple, you come out like the man that has got nothing to prove. Telling that you never got pinned, never got submitted. That it was a fluke and that I never beat you. You ever hear yourself rambling on my friend? Ever crossed the concept of a triple threat match that you need to grow eyes in the back of your heads? That you need to get oxygen inside your head, to make the brains function to be smarter than the other men? Ever grasped the concept that you got outsmarted? Ever grasped the concept that when I am talking, people stop and start to listen? Trying to take notes and hope that in their future that their lives would be a step closer to perfection? Ever gotten to the point where you thought to yourself that perhaps you could be Irish?

Goth chuckles as he shakes his head in disbelief one final time.

I know how hard that must be to hear a joke like that Brown, but let’s be honest for a change. To beat me you got to do more than be a pretender to my throne. To try and act like you are one hell of a trash talker, to try and pretend that you got all the answers. And yet you are unable to find anything to counter my wits. I’m the guy that can forge scientific wrestling with the best of them, I am the guy that can leap in the air and hit you with dropkicks as if you are facing a Luchador from TJ, Mexico. I’m the guy that loves to drive faces on a steel ring step with a big time DDT. Just for the fun of it, just because I like it. I never hear you utter words to make me think that you got it all worked out to counter everything that I am. You see the truth needs to be told my friend, I like to be the guy that gets told every single time that I cannot do something. That I will not achieve something and you know why? Because then I can look people like you in the eyes and tell them that I want more. That I need to have people like you even more to just get me going.

At least Jared was smart enough to keep his mouth shut, at least he knew that getting in a trash talk fight with me would solve nothing. That it would get him into even more problems than that he already was in before he stepped foot in the ring with me two weeks in a row. So you won your first match, good for you. I guess we do not need to watch reruns of the forty year old virgin before you would ever get your first taste of whatever it is that will get you hooked. You got that first taste, the problem for you my friend is the next one. I know you want it, but what are you going to do about it to get it again? Beat me? You think you got what it takes? Beating me at the top of my game? Beating a man that outsmarted you in a triple threat match? A man that now can focus on how to drown the British Invasion. A man that will be remembered like the Titanic. A man that could have been, the what if he never got crushed by the iceberg of a Goth and took him down to the bottom of the see grave that is SCW. No Johnnie, you are going to be expecting the biggest and most destructive force in the history that is known to wrestling kind. I just hope that customs will take another disappointment back into their customs after I’m done with you. Because when I finish off another great hype, there will be nothing left of you…. So long sucker.

With that Goth turns his head and walks off as Rammstein continues playing their set.