Voice: “Beauty often is resembled with power and knowledge, beauty makes you want to boast with pride over the fact that you have something that others can only dream about… or hope. But is it a key to success? I would shudder the thought…”
A door opens in front of the camera, we see a butler present himself in front of it. It’s a typical butler, who has a look of distain for the camera as he allows it to pass him. A voice can be heard from someone talking, but he is outside the view of the camera.
Voice: “What brings beauty? It brings you affection it brings you attention… it brings you the wealth in the world as you abuse your beauty for your own good… or so you think… I say beauty is just your way to your doom.”.
We see a part of a leather jacket come into view, it shows a skull in silver on top of it. We see dirty black/gray hair partly coming over it. The figure walks towards a limo that is parked outside, where the door has been held open for the figure as it sits down.
Woman:”Finally, where were you?”
Voice:”I’m glad to see you too dear, I mean seriously. The little tease the other night was fun for once, but in the long run I prefer a woman that can keep me up all night long.”
The two chuckle as the female hands the figure a glass of Scotch, that what he accepts as the two toast.
Woman: “Goth, when will your teasing end and will you get to what I know you do best?”
The figure grins as he takes a sip from the glass, the camera turns and we all now see the AWA owner and SCW competitor Goth. The leather jacket has got a Slipknot logo on the side as he is wearing sunglasses.
Goth:” Wouldn’t that spoil the surprise? I mean seriously, I like a good build up and then slam everything down when I feel like it. Just like I love to do when I face disgruntled idiots that have a beauty complex”.
Woman:” Like Sean Williams?”.
Goth: “In situations like these, names do not really matter to me… the body count, that’s the only that matters…’.
Goth once again toasts, he looks at the woman that is in front of him. The camera turns to recognize his own woman Sapphira. The beautiful lady that has been with him since day one. The one woman that knows him just as good as he knows himself.
Sapphira: ”Tell me Goth, is there a reason why you dragged me out of my bed? I mean, sure I like to drink a glass with you and drive in a fancy limo. But I prefer to see some action happening”.
Goth: “ Why don’t you just sit tight and enjoy the ride as we are going to take a stroll through memory lane once more before we get to the place where we both need to be.”
Goth chuckles as he signals for the limo driver to drive as the shot fades to darkness
We return where Goth is sitting in a museum, watching a statue of a Greek Olympian. Holding a discuss while having a physique of a God.
Sapphira;” What does this mean Goth?”
Goth: “ Just look at it, just look at the body. Just look at the physique. Just look at the face, no worries on a man that knows that he would just take home a golden medal”.
Sapphira: “ Are you trying to insinuate that we should take more time in the Olympics in London?”
Goth chuckles as he shakes his head and looks back at the statue as he runs his hand across the face of the Greek Olympian.
Goth: “ Granted, I would have loved to look on and watch Epke perform in his golden medal race. The man that had the confidence as the man that knew that he would get the golden medal. The man that put everything aside for those ninety seconds, the ninety seconds that could have brought him ultimate fame or eternal shame…”.
Sapphira; “ You still haven’t told me why we are out here Goth”.
The legendary wrestler holds his fingers against the chin of the statue, his eyes are searching for the ones of the statue. As if they are connected with each other, even if it is for a few seconds.
Goth: “ Confidence is something that people need to have to succeed in life wouldn’t you agree?”
Sapphira nods her head as she is listening to her man while working on her nails.
Goth: “ I mean seriously, people can have a big mouth all they want in that what they are telling the world what they have to do or will do… something that the ancient Greeks had to deal with.. and so do we”.
Sapphira: “ Uh-huh”
Goth chuckles as he looks back and sees that his woman is barely listening, clearly bored with the fact that they are in a museum. She always prefers the local nudie bar.
Goth: “ But the true heroes remain in the end. Those who talk when it is their time, never saying too much. Never wanting the world to know the fact that they will disrespect those who tried to knock him or her off their golden plateau. Those who dare to let their actions do the talking… those who are confident enough to upstage even the biggest talent when they are knocking at their door”.
Sapphira:“ Yabba, Dabba… Doo…”
Goth once again chuckles, he knows he is boring the shit out of his woman. But he knows that when he wants to make a point, that he should not get distracted by her.
Goth: “ Ironically how often have I been told over and over again how my way of life should be ended? That another era has begun and another new name has come alive to take away my place. My rightfully place as being the greatest in ring competitor… the greatest wrestling mind that has ever lived… I understand how people get motivated or even jealous about someone as me… because I’ve seen it all and I’ve done it all.. others are just a name, I’m a household name. A man that should have clenched it’s thirst by now… But simply wants more and more”.
Sapphira: A man that I just love to hear ramble and ramble, can’t we just split this museum? If you are nice, I’ll even give you something that you’ll enjoy”.
Goth: I’ve already had my pleasure for now my pretty, but don’t you worry. Tonight I’ll rock your world and make you understand that I’m in top condition in more than just one way”.
The grin on her face reveals the excitement that is going through her body, knowing exactly what her man has promised her to do to her later on. His eyes are fixated on the statue as his look on his face tells a tale that he is dying to tell.
Goth: “Some new faces succeed to overcome the seemingly impossible odds, as where others die in vain. Brash young stars, that think because they are faster, stronger, have more endurance and the balls to speak out… that they are better than those who have done it all… to face off in a test of who has got the final say in the long run, those who are worthy to compete and those who are just meant to die in shame….”.
Sapphira: “ Just like Sean…”.
Goth doesn’t pay attention to what his woman has said as he continues to talk.
Goth: “Young arrogant brass idiots that come and go, use their flashy antics and their self centred tactics while they haven’t achieved anything in their God damned lives. And why? Because they want to break down the establishment… don’t they ever learn? Don’t they understand that greatness itself decides to pass the torch to those who come after them as they decide to pass them on? Oh sure, you can beat some over the hill wrestlers that believe that a hammer lock is still the way to go if you want to beat a superstar. Superstars that have gone from the era of steroids and still believe that their massive bulk is enough to swing people around…. I guess fools like those young arrogant pretty boys never learned about evolution…. How sad….”.
Sapphira: “ I know where you are going to… I…,”.
Goth:”Will you please allow me to finish my point of no return for the students of the game? This is about pride, this is about the fact that there is nobody out there that can make bold statements without feeling the punishment of my choosing… I’m sure that Sean Williams will be very interested indeed what I have in store for him in a few days…”.
Goth turns his attention to his woman for a few seconds as we see the patented smile of him on her face.
Sapphira: The cat is out of the bag….”.
Silence comes over the two for a few moments before Goth extends his hand to his woman as they walk off. The shot slowly fades to darkness before it returns with Goth wearing nothing more than his leather wrestling pants. His tattoos are visible as well as his scars. His 35 year old body shows the many wars that it has endured and yet it seems that he is in top condition.
Goth: “ Remember me Synn? Oh yes, I’m once again addressing the man that shows worries about his new protégé. And you are absolutely right, I don’t blame you to even consider of taking a step into the squared circle to save your meal ticket… you have always been there for those who you have followed into the ring haven’t you? You always watched out for their own self being… or perhaps your own meal ticket… and yet something is now completely different isn’t it?”
Goth runs his hands through his hair as he rinses out the water that he has poured through it a few moments ago.
Goth: “Remember this face Synn? The face of the one single man that does not care how he does it? The one man that does not care how long I have to wait before someone makes a mistake? Before someone dares to screw up his chances and have this veteran take his chance in HIS glorious moment as I have had in so many other occasions before me in the historical… almost biblical tale that is Goth?? I know you have Synn, you probably thought that with my eyes set on Gabriel and Despayre… that I would not focus upon you huh Synn? You just had to set your focus on a kid that only thinks about saving his pretty hide before he takes a shot in the ass. Or whatever other body part that can extract different types of bullshit or fluids…. You just made the biggest mistake of aligning yourself with the one kid that from now on has no future…”.
Goth:” A future Synn, I bet you were already counting your blessings, you were already considering the fact that you would have had a tag team champion along with a dangerous partner. Putting you in my friendly list huh Synn? How ironic that the wealthy meal ticket of future success will become your financial downfall. And you know why Synn?”.
Goth lifts his head slightly, his eyes are moving upwards so that we can see it stare into the camera.
Goth: “You see my friend, your kid boyfriend or whatever your newest victim likes to call himself. He is too focused on one thing, to break me down. How sweet, it would almost make me think that I got a love struck ex girlfriend, who is in dying need to get into my waiting arms once again. Hoping that she would find her way back into my heart, while I would only fuck her brains out and then dump her the next opportunity that I get… you see Synn, you may not like me. You do respect the fact that I am a killing machine, you know the fact that I can endure the many physical attacks that someone can put upon me… simply for the fact that I love to receive and dish out at the same time.. you see Synn, you perhaps know from the past that when someone dares to put the ultimate sin upon me… that I am a man that always retaliates and overcome… does that bother you? I know it does… doesn’t it?”.
Goth: “ Reason of that is because you are wiser than your apprentice is, you have sent he determination and the calculated calmness that makes me a predator. I don’t mind getting hurt, I don’t mind getting bloodied. As long as I get the job done… your little girlfriend has put himself in the promising task to take me out of the wrestling ring permanently… how sweet.”.
Goth: “ You should know that I almost feel as if I’m in the show of: “Goth, this is your life”. The life of one man that has gone through it all and seems to have an eternal desire to move on without looking back. The stables, the double crossing of my friends, family and hell even the entire federation… and for what? Because they know that when they take out the very best that this world has to offer, that their star would be considered to be the biggest since the birth of Jesus Christ… and guess what? They are all in the retirement homes, wishing that they would have done differently… you know that this to be true doesn’t it Synn?”.
Goth chuckles, he shakes his head in approval for a few times before turning it sideways for a bit”.
Goth: “ I never said that I would have the eternal life in this wrestling industry, or in life itself for that matters. But you got to understand this Synn, these hands were build to maim, these hands were build to create chaos. Chaos in a fashion that it would almost sound like poetry… while for you it would be the song for you to go back to the unemployment line for a new business partner…. For you Synn… I pity your chances… even if you dare to interfere, it would be useless… don’t you understand Synn?”.
Goth closes his eyes before shaking his head in disbelief.
Goth: Do you know how many men I’ve faced before you Sean? Men or boys like you? Good looks, talented and arrogant as hell. Hell, I’ve been that way too. At first I was a guy that told the world that I was unbeatable and then realized that I had to get into the ring to prove my point. Did I make mistakes in the past Sean? Oh hell yeah I have… but did that make me a lying hypocrite? You would think so wouldn’t you oh Sean?”.
Goth: “ But what seperates me from you Sean? I’ll tell you what, you are so hyped up on your own belief that you are so confident that you only have to open your freaking eyes and you have already won. You are so high upon your own drug in your own living existence, that you are already OD’ed on the fact that you have beaten everyone in your path of your championship reign. While me? I’m the man that stares into his adversary, I remain calm. I study every movement that you make… I wait for mistakes my friend and you already made so many that I just lost count.”.
Goth: “ What makes you so sure that you will end my career? Because you are the Nightmare? Are you going to haunt my every dream that I got from the moment that I close my eyes? Are you going to execute all those unbelievable moves that I wonder whether I’m in a wrestling ring or in a circus ride… but again Sean, you are not even close of understanding why I am Goth… and Synn does.. but then again, your stupidity doesn’t allow you to see it. Because you live in a world where your words are a reality. And why wouldn’t it? Facing nobodies that have accomplished nothing in the wrestling industry. Facing men that only want to perform for the fans, giving them joy and happiness for the few bucks that they pay for their stinking tickets. While me Sean? I do what you say will do. I’m here to just make people’s lives miserable? And why? Because I enjoy it… not because I want to be someone’s stepping stone. no Sean, I want to make this world and this wrestling industry to regret the day that they signed me to their roster. And why? Very simple…”.
Goth: ‘ I am here because of one simple reason and Synn knows this to the bone of his existence. To rid the world of Gabriel and Despayre. To rid them of the world because I made them that vow. You see even though I’m a man that is face painted, a freak. Something that people cannot or will not understand, I am a man that when I make a promise to the world, I intend to keep that promise and fulfil it until it has been done!!!”.
Goth: “Does it bother you that I can focus my attention from you to someone else in an instant without losing my aim to remove that stinking smile off your face? I know it does, because in your world, there is only room for one man and that man is just a kid. A kid that believes in fairy tales, a kid that reads the tales of little boys whipping out a rock to the face of giant men and level them with a single blow. The problem with you is Sean, that David was a kid that had faith in his Lord and his ability.. while you focus on the fact that your life is your libido and the holes that you like to stick into your arms to get high. I am not a Vincent that likes to play games with you, I’m not a Synn that runs off whenever he hears my name. I ‘m not a man that is hoping for Synn to jump in the ring and assist you in any other way. Because you saying that you not caring whether you get help from him or not tells me the one thing that I need to know Sean.”.
Goth stares into the camera with the sickest smile that we have ever seen from him.
Goth: “That you will forever be a boy with a dream. A dream that you wish to fulfil because the rest of your life is non existent. And what stands in your way? A man that you wish to destroy, to remove me from my wrestling career. And how will you do that oh almighty Nightmare? I know how, but you see my friend. There will be one technical problem with you succeeding that goal. Because I won’t let you, I’m going to make you work your ass of before you realize that there is more than merely an attitude and a nickname as the nightmare to take down the greatest wrestling champion in the history of wrestling down… until then Sean… good luck….”.
With that Goth walks off and the shot fades to darkness.
