I could care less now, I’ve been trying to achieve greatness. And what did it get me?? Nowhere… is it the pride that constantly gets inside my brain? Constantly trying to figure out ways to make my opponents get worked up? Am I losing my grip? It cannot be the case that I’m getting worked up on the fact that I once again lost…. Can I???
I shake my head, I could say that it didn’t. But then again, I’ve been known to be a bad liar… it burns.. it burns deep down inside of my soul… I try to be character constantly, telling the world too much. Telling my opponent what I would do… where I should know that I shouldn’t…. I shouldn’t…
Going back to the foundations, I should have done that before. It fits me better, it gets me focused. Do I have any reason to be here? Do I have any beef with my opponents? No I didn’t, I just went out and told the bosses that I will wrestle where the highest bidder wants me… you see, when I started out… I just got in the arena’s early. I soaked up the atmosphere for a while and then went to the back… I went to that special place that made my mind go numb… where thoughts would fade out and one thing remained. The fact that I had a job to do…. Just like this coming show.
The only thing that matters is that after I get the job done, that I get paid. That I get the man that wants me to be happy. I could care less of the rest, because let’s be honest…. Does it truly matter? Matter compared to get that pay check? Matter to the fact that I wish to secure my career after I’m done??? HA!!! That’s right, what more could you ask for? To go out there, have no strings attached to anyone. And whatever happens, just make sure that I don’t get hurt as much as my opponent or opponents….
Is that selfish? You can say that….,
I laugh, I’ve been known to be selfish…, it’s been something that has always been dragged along with my career. And why not? If it’s that what makes you come on top in the end? Then so be it….,
The moment sun shines on his face, he is wearing sunglasses. A black suit made by Armani. He is talking to someone on the phone as the camera comes closer to him.
So you wired in the money? Yeah? Then you officially have gotten my services. I am not here to make friends, I’m here to break bodies and insult people. I’m here to bury the old Goth and return to something that is more fitting to me.
Phone:…..,
That’s right, you just do what you have to do and I’ll worry about mine. The fact of it all is that I got my sights set on not one, but three names. Just because you bought the most expensive entity that you could buy, ensured me that I should do whatever I have to do to make sure that I keep that money. That’s right, if I do not deliver, I’ll personally wire the money back to you with interest.
He nods to the man that is talking to him on his cell phone. He turns and sees the camera, but he turns his head past it as if he has not even noticed it.
That’s up to you, the higher the price that you are willing to pay for me. The more I need to go out there and secure the money for my future. Whether it means I have to wrestle with broken bones, internal bleedings.. or even being concussed.. I’ll do it. Because let’s face it, even the Devil has his price to bleed.
Three names, that’s all I have to content with. Three names… three names to stop them from getting some guy. To have someone hide his behind as he would let others do his dirty job. The cowardly way out of a fight is something that people would call it, but is that my concern? I get paid. I get paid to do a job and after this match is over, I’ll do my job for someone that wants me to do his bidding permanently. Oh how sweet irony is it to not have to worry about the entire foundation of this federation, just about the foundation that is Goth… and my foundation is build on the money I am going to get. Money from that one coward for this match.. and money for the higher cost…. Money….
I guess I should say Surfs up huh?
Goth takes off his sunglasses, he doesn’t blink as he stares into the camera. The man stares at it with bloodshed eyes. Showing no emotions, showing no care of whatsoever as if it seems he has lost all sense with reality.
Personally, it’s an act of repeating yourself over and over again. Making fun of the heritage…. Is that what stoner heads do these days? Surfing on the waves, do an extreme makeover? Google for porn and then head off to the clubs to jack off by every bottle of Jack Daniels that is being poured down the throats of people? How amusing to witness the boring lifestyle of those who have no life. But that’s ok, I guess even the maggots of this 21st century existence have a right to speak up their minds. The problem is that I’m being paid to shut you up, permanently. And you know what? I don’t like to disappoint those who pay me the money that it’s worth doing so.
But I wonder if you two understand….,
We see no emotion, we see nothing in the face as his eyes are constantly fixed on the camera before he puts back on his glasses.
Now I could put on my Bermuda’s, put on some Grace Jones like bikini tops and just act like I’m the lead singer of Ugly Kid Joe… he’s a surfer type I assume? Or should I keep it simple? Just rip off Nickelback and just make fun of those who get all jiggy when they see a rubber ducky floating in the bathtub. You see boys, the problem of the whole situation is this, the world needs guys like you to entertain. And the world needs men like me, men that eventually realize that jokes like you need to be removed of this world. It’s a dirty job, you need to enjoy inflicting pain upon others. Not to worry about having your clothing stain with the blood of those who need to be removed.
Just think of old Italian Mafia movies… isn’t that what people like to see? To see men go out and do their job? Men that know no reasoning, men that know remorse… I should spell that for you as you clearly are too moronic to understand reality.
Listen kids, I just need to break your bodies. I need to look at me and ask me why? And I’ll just say that I need the money.
A smirk emerges, it only lasts for a few moments as Goth goes back to his cold stain look.
Hit men, mercenaries. Cold blooded killers… ahh yes, the list goes on and on. But the result remains, if I fail…, well that isn’t an option. I must succeed and for the reason that I got something to prove to the world. You two just sit there and get stoned for a reason… while I am here to prove a point… the world is unfair… don’t you agree? Amateurs…,
Goth scrapes his chin, rubbing his fingers over it as he starts to think.
So I got to stop you Wyatt? Stopping you from getting one on one with Tom… What is this? A love life gone bad? A reality check that people should not get too comfortable with each other? Did it feel like brother stabbed brother in the back? Or is it merely business? Like I care, I’m only here for the money. It’s simple, you want to prove to the world that your desire to face Tom is far more important than my future? Then prove it to me, I could care less if you two want to get back together. I’m paid to stop you, I’m paid to drive your stinking carcass down the canvass every time you try to get back up. It’s not that I hate you son, it’s just business. I have a life to take care off, I have to make sure that I get another job after I’m done here… I couldn’t walk around with a bad resume now can I??
You see son, your anger will be the fuel for you to prove a point. Your mind is stating the obvious that nobody and nothing will stand in your way. But will that be the case? Are you thinking straight? Are you concerned about your opponents? To me you are clearly thinking about your next match… you’re the weak link, the one that I need to take out. The one that wants revenge… against those who just want to stand in your way and get paid… I pity you my friend. I pity the fact that I don’t care what you think you have to do, I need to do even more. And why?
Goth chuckles
Because I need the money, that’s why… good luck Wyat….,
