Goth can be seen laying on a hotel room bed. His upper body is revaled as we can see his torso and his many tattoos that he has gotten over the past years. He has a bottle of Vodka on the table next to him as he is talking to himself once again.
“A thought sometimes hits you, a moment where you stand still and think back about that one single thought. That one single thought that made you forget about the world that moves on without you. Whether it is the thought of a lost love or the single fact that some people just makes you wonder why they are alive in the first place. Some people would assume that they are just here to annoy the shit out of you, while others would just make the obvious assumption that it’s just a coincidence. Coincidences can die for all I care, as the world is nothing close to a coincidence. It’s a shithole that men likes to turn into the painful disaster that we have created it to become.”
“And then you have a single thought, people can care less about a thought. It’s something that has been done a million times. It’s nowhere near originality, it’s a thought that people would assume that you can better drag through the vomit of one drunk and the shit that comes out of your rectum. And again, what makes people stop and answer to you? A single thought… one damn single thought that could make worlds chance, heads turn and people killed. Am I a news anchor for CBS news? Hell no, I’m reality that is going to kick your ass all over the God damn ring of destruction….”
(voice) “Wow, are we a happy camper all of the sudden?”
(thoughts)”Oh God no, not him again. Just ignore him, just go on as I am making a point of what makes sense in this forgiven hellhole”
“SHUT UP!!!”
(voice)”Wow, you just made sense. I applaud you”
(thoughts)”Oh great, my thoughts aren’t safe for him either. What more can I do to make my life an easier task at hand?”
(voice)”Why don’t you just accept the fact that I’ve been the best thing that has ever happened to you? Well that and all the great fucks you have had with all the women that you shared every furniture with known to mankind”
I chuckle.
(voice) “See? I’m not such a bad guy, why? Because I’m you idiot”
“I guess you have a point Mr. Obvious, a point that needs to be taken seriously. A task at hand that makes me wander… what more can I do to hide the obviousness that will happen? A championship belt to be defended against a wealthy punk ass kid and a moron that knows no limitations on no showing. Oh man, am I going to do this on automatic pilot? You know, like I used to do in the past?”
(voice)”I hope not, those days were as I recall bloody and sadistic”
“Don’t tell me you have gotten soft on me now?”
The voice inside my head gets silent for a few moments before I hear a soft whisper.
“WHAT?? You got to be kidding me right?”
(voice)”No man, I am serious. Back then it was all good when you have the mind of a sixteen year old on crack. But trust me, I’ve seen the light and I like to get into a debate of some sorts. You know, to build a foundation of trust amongst each other”.
“So…., you are turning into Oprah now?”
(voice)” Don’t be so ridiculous, the hairdo doesn’t fit me!! Besides, I prefer not spending countless hours reading books. Who reads books anyways? Nowadays you can get everything online!!! So why haven’t you bought an Ipad?”
“Do I have to?”
(voice) “Does alcoholics need booze?”
“But what does it bring me? Besides the fact that I can play Word feud on it and answer horny kids whether my name is Amanda or Goth?”
(voice)”Don’t tell me you were the one I was talking to??”
“How’s that possible? I’m always there in spirit as well physical idiot. Or you should be able to knock out my brain now and even then I would still control my own brain!!!”
(voice)”Then how do you explain the night that you were caught wearing Sapphira’s underwear while trying to enter the local Retirement home? You were even the big hit with all the men down there!!!”
“You know that I was drunk remember? You know that I would never do something like that on my own. So why don’t you…”
(voice)”Please, you even wrote down their home phone numbers. If you were that drunk, then how did you end up remembering the one from John? That 95 year old that just loves to eat the blue pills”.
“That’s… disturbing you know that???”
Silence comes over Goth as he is struggling to keep sanity as he is once again in a heated discussion with the voice inside his head.
“Why did you come into my life in the first place? It sure as hell can’t be the fact that I suck in wrestling right??”
(voice)”Well that’s debatable, but then again. You can’t deny the fact that since I came into your life, you have reclaimed the championship belt. Plus you have grown into a monster that you used to be, a monster that is ruthless and calculated. Tricks of the trade that keeps you from losing that championship belt anytime soon Goth…”
“Well that’s one thing I have to agree with”
(thoughts)”I hate it when I have to agree with something that is just a part of my imagination”
(voice)”I heard that!!!”
“Fuck….., why me???”
(voice)”If you keep this up, then you will be easy pickings for a man that took the title silence of the lambs too literal. And a man that apparently needs an entire group of yes men to give him the assumption that he is a good wrestler and a threat to your championship. I mean what would happen that you lose the belt again??”
“What? I would grow a set of tits and start to do impression of Marilyn Monroe???”
(voice)”Well you do have the legs for it, you just need to remember to shave them every once and a while”
“I’m not interested!!!!”
(voice)”Oh come on, you should really try to open yourself up even more. Or else you will end up…”
“Dead???”
(voice)”NO!!! I was trying to say that you would end up being a boring nobody without anything to live for. And that’s not what I signed up for when I wanted to take over your….”
“Life??”
(voice)”NO!!!! You idiot!! Taking over the slump that you were in for your career. Thanks to me you at least got….”
“Someone to talk to??”
(voice)”Well…., yes… Isn’t that something??”
“Oh brother, I think I’m going to go for a sleep.”.
Goth slowly falls asleep as the voice stops talking to him. We come back a few hours later as Goth has woken up from his sleep and he is holding on to his neck.
“Damn pain, I knew that I should have accepted that offer from that masseuse. But no, I had to go with the Vodka. It sure gave me a great buzz, but in the end??? And with her I would have had a great time afterwards as wel… but I guess having your wallet stolen give syou some difficulties for doing something fun every now and then”.
Goth chuckles as he rubs his head a few more times before sitting up slowly. He grabs the bottle and takes a swig from it.
“Damn, that sure tastes good. I hope wrestling in a few nights will be as pleasant as watching the Voice of whatever this country is…. But watching it while being hammered is the greatest thing that I’ve ever experienced. I mean the fuckers in Holland are bad, but this really makes them look like choir boys in comparison. I mean seriously, watching some old chick getting slammed down with a Suplex…. Oh wait, that’s the alcohol that made me think that. She was just trying to explain some kid that he is far from being at the top.”
“At least it sure as hell beats that dating program for farmers that wants to get laid every now and then”.
Goth sighs as he is holding on to his head, it feels as if it is about to explode any second now.
“I can’t decide what’s worse? The buzz or that ignorant voice that is constantly harassing me!!”
(voice)”I would have gone for the masseuse, but then again… you never listen’
Goth ignores the voice as he slowly walks over to his seat and grabs his shirt as he pulls it over his body. He is trying to walk over to the next room where we see his woman sitting down.
(Sapphira)”So you finally decided to show up? We were supposed to go to lunch a few hours ago’.
“How late is it??”
Sapphira rolls her eyes as she points her finger towards the clock on the wall as it shows that it’s already 2 pm. Goth scratches his head as he slowly starts to laugh at his woman.
“Roomservice?”
Sapphira raises her hands in the air, as if to say she doesn’t know what to do with her man. She grabs the phone and calls for something to be delivered to their room.
“Can you also order some more Vodka? This bottle is almost empty!!”
She doesn’t respond as Goth walks off annoyed back to the bedroom. He finishes the drink before realizing the camera and then starts to talk to it.
“So you are finally deciding to ruin my personal life as well huh? Well instead of going to that drama again. I’m going to talk about the two idiots that I have to face this coming PPV. Humpty and Dumpty. Both are pronounced with an umpty…”
Goth is chuckling over the reference he made to the classic Humpty dance from Digital Underground as he was referring to his two opponents for this coming Sunday for the Roulette championship belt.
I mean seriously man, I was assuming that there would be a guy that would have at least tried to get some amount of dignity up by saying the three words that should have made him famous in the first place…. I …. Love….. Nickelback… I mean seriously, if you come to think about it. The man and this band have so much in common. Both like to act doing it rough, but love to be touched by a feather like embrace. Both like to look rough, but need a manicure every five seconds as their make up runs out.”.
Goth looks in the camera annoyed.
“What???”
“Oh I know, I am the one guy that shouldn’t be talking about makeup as I wear it to the ring every time I wrestle right? And still this guy is even far more worse than every episode of roast that has shown every over the hill actor or billionaire that has ever gotten on the show. This guy needs to have the world understand that he is just a complete moron, combined with the taste of honey dripping all over his eyeballs as he is just blinded with ignorance”.
“I know that made no sense, but at least I tried to do something with my time as I am contractual obligated to spend some time on one of my two opponents. Not like the wealthy little childish fool that likes to pop up on a birthday party of a bear. Where has this world gone to in the first place???”
(voice)”You should have killed that bear, then you would not have had this much drama Goth”
“Oh yeah? And what should I be talking about then Einstein? I got a wealthy kid, who has lost all connections with reality. Who needs a butler and a brat of a girl telling him what to eat, what to wear and what to use when he is washing his back with soap”.
(voice)”You wished you had those two instead of me huh?”
“You got me on that one, but that’s beyond the point.”
(voice)”What’s the point then?”
“The point is the fact that wonder what it is that this company has to offer? I mean seriously… Argento is a bed wetter. Jimmy is, well a former bed wetter as he has been promoted to silver spoon farting brat”
(voice) “I can’t remember ever hearing that one, you must really like the guy huh?”
Annoyed Goth refuses to listen to the voice inside his head and focuses back on the task at hand.
“I thought Argento was a joke, but you Jimmy? Besides the fact that you seem to be acting like you just escaped from a rerun from Sesame Street. Besides that fact, you are someone that has got nothing to offer besides some laughs and some cries. It’s beyond the notion that I am wondering where the true competition is. At least Casey has got some sense in him for trying to avoid the confrontation with the man that knows only one thing in life. Kicking his sorry of an excuse for an ass. But you?”
“You are something beyond the days that I was playing with LEGO. Where I build a big time tower and suddenly some brat would come over and knock it over. Needless to say that I broke that kid’s nose before the teacher broke us up and I had to stand in the corner of the classroom. Telling me that I should think about the bad things that I have done and what I should have done instead.”
“And until now, I never knew the answer to that one”
Goth chuckles as he stares into the camera.
“This coming Sunday, I’m going to watch you in that ring. Watch you gasp for air as I put on hold after hold. I will watch your stinking face busted upon wide as your blood will stain the ring. The reality of it all is this Jimmy. Halloween has gone and left us, but the reality of it all is that the pain will never leave as I will go and trick and treat on your stinking ass.”
With that Goth walks off as the shot fades to darkness.
