Do I feel the need to pity myself? Coming this far and yet having it slip through my fingers at the final moment? Or do I look back with the thought of pride, pride that I could still beat lowlifes in their hopes of achieving something huge in life. But then again, coming second is nothing to me. Coming second is just like finishing last in a New York Marathon and being labelled favourite to win it all. In the end I came up short and I know that in life I cannot have that…..,
In life you know that there are moments of joy and sadness and rage and anger and mixed emotions. But how do you rebound from that? Simple, you shove someone’s face down the mud and shove a shovel down their throats as you are creating a new beginning. Add some manure, watching the flower of that what you try to create blossom in front of you… watching it extract from the blood of the fool that you have crushed with your own bare hands. Because let’s face it. To create a life, you must end another… and I need to end those who dare to come in between the life that I dare to create…., but don’t think I’m starting a flower shop to sell them to your miserable wives….,
The scene opens when Goth can be seen on top of his bed, resting. Having a towel across his face as he is resting. Resting from the show that he has competed in, realizing that he did not fulfil his wishes to become the next number one contender for the world title.
His arms spread across the bed, his muscles are show as we see some marks from the matches he had during the show. Suffering at the hands of two opponents, one he beat and the other he unfortunately lost to.
I know your there.
Goth does not move, he knows that he is not alone and is being filmed for the promo he has to shoot.
I know you are hear to use my words against me, it’s the typical thing that people thrive on. Knowing that their lives is just as meaningless as the rest that I desire in the eyes of pitiful people just like yourself.
Goth does not move a muscle as the camera comes closer to his face, we can see his mouth visible from underneath the towel. Chewing some gum as he continues to talk.
But that’s ok, I guess the world is not always ready to witness a man telling the truth, that he is the greatest of all time. But then again, doesn’t the greatest of all time not lose every now and then? Or am I just a lying son of a bitch?
A chuckle escapes Goth’s mouth as he slowly takes off the towel from his face and stares into the camera.
You know something punk, I’ve been raised in this business to the point where I grew up and understood what was important. At first I wanted to maim, then I wanted to destroy. And then I wanted to take away championship belts, just for the fun of it. I delivered the cross on everyone’s soul. I put the world to shame, so a loss to a guy that is going on to face the champion does not stop me. It does not worry me, it does not end the thought of stepping face to face with him once more and go at it one more time. You see I love a challenge, I love the opportunity to prove the world that I can still do it and most of all… to prove to myself that I can still do it.
Until then bitches, I’ll see you soon….,
