Wars of words, it’s always a war of words haven’t you noticed?
Auto biography part 3, the tale of the Goth… it continues once more…
Opener:
Haven’t you ever wandered where a good war starts? I’ll tell you where it starts. It doesn’t start with the first shove, the first eye rake. Or even that infamous first ever kiss on the lip by your best friends wife, that has gotten to like you. Oh no, It’s something that people often overlook. The war of the words, it’s what either makes a war or it just fucks you up like Godzilla breaking down the cherry of Barbie’s bitch sister. The key of it all is to speak out and understand the consequences of everything that you do….
Example? My pleasure…
I remember the time that I stepped foot in the ring of the AWA. In the indies, I was used to tell a guy a thousand times that I would break him, that I would crush him and send him packing. Truth to be told that in the end, I just realised that I was just trying to convince myself over and over again that I was better than my opponent. And in the indies I was, I mean seriously. I never broke a sweat!! But in the GWA, I just realised that intelligence was another level of credible warfare.. it all started inside my freaking head.
I remember Jaymz, big Russian Jaymz. Big time freak, a great foe. Hell this guy was in the top three of foes that made me realize that he could get inside my mind like that!! Seeing that this is my opening statement, you won’t hear me snap my fingers. But I’m sure that you get my point don’t ya??
This guy made me understand that when I told him that he was a fucknut, that he broke me down with words that made me understand that I was no longer sucking my mommies titties and was hoping for some alcohol. No, I had to get my feet into the wine barrel itself and had to step on the berries to get the juices flowing. Now I understand that you must be thinking to yourself what the fuck?? But then again, when did you ever get past the idea of sucking some titties and wondered to yourself that you are a perverted freak of nature… the rules of acceptance has changed and I have moved the limitations of whatever it is that is accepted to the undying lands of the God’s themselves!!!
Back to Jaymz…
A seven foot, 300 pound massive giant. Smoking his smokes and chewing his tobacco. The man that got inside your head by just saying amen in a Russian way. Why? The aura, the man that was just massive by the fact that he talked the talk and walked the walk. The man took away my tag team titles, the man took away my Universal title. The man that claimed that I could never beat him in a match… granted, after Psycho Circus I thought I would have finally shut the fuck up… but no, he found a way to get back at me. That I could never beat him one on one… and the one thing that pissed me off the most?? Was the fact that he believed it so much that I started to doubt myself….
I know, a mortal sin isn’t it?? But I realized one thing, one thing that I had to see for myself that his words was making his own reality in the destiny that he was paving himself. The reality was, that once I made him open up his eyes and watched me butcher down his own brothers. That he started to realize that reality has opened up my eyes and I was starting to write my own Psalms, my own New Testament. My own reality to the crucifixion of the Lord Jesus Christ… I know, it must sound horrified to those who believe in a passion of the Christ, a man that was born to die and to be reborn again. A man that had to endure the suffering of an entire nation…. Something that I endured in a way that I in the end enjoyed to endure every single time… Only to bring down the destruction of sins to those who wanted Barabbas released over HIM…
Reality speaks that I opened up subjects that got to the point where people attacked my Religious acts instead of listening to the message I spoke. Did I attack them on purpose? Did I have a Jesus Christ obsession? Or did I just love the idea of breaking the bread and fishes before handing it down to a Nation?
I’m more than just a man that evolves in the eyes of those who do not understand what I’m talking about. I’m a man that knows that what makes people tick, I know the warfare inside the ring and I have evolved the warfare of words to a point of where I could fuck you up so badly, that you are starting to wonder whether you came or left… or came again…
Does this make sense to you? I’m sure it doesn’t.. that’s why you suck and I rule.. simple huh?
And now we cut to reality…… until next time…
We see Goth sitting down in his office, on a large sofa and drinking some Scotch while watching some TV.
“Well isn’t this nice? I have to baby sit three amigo’s who have apparently a war of words with some other babies and Matthew Kennedy. How ironic to see how babies apparently have a wish to be adults. What’s wrong with going to the stages of childhood before growing some pubes and then growing some balls before you enter my world? I mean seriously, one night I am destroying the then Tag team champions the sins. Only to realise that I don’t want to carry another tag team partner AGAIN!!! And take his one shot to greatness away from him, only to see the champs getting softened up for Kain and his masked friend. Your welcome guys, I know that Kain always talks a big fucking story, but he knows that he all owes it to me. I will see the check coming my way very shortly right big guy??”
Goth chuckles as he takes a sip from his Scotch, savouring the taste of the liquid as he watches the wall size like Television. Watching a match that he once had with Casey back in the days that they were in a different federation.
“Talking about size huh? I mean seriously, Casey? Hows it going son? You enjoying your growth spurts huh? You enjoying the moments that you are having in this federation? I thought you were such a violent cat, that you wanted to get in the ring with the man that fired your ass? I sure know that Kain, Gabriel and even that puppeteer did. But you? Oh no, you were having just a different agenda right? Now I have to be honest, I never expected to be thrown into a match like this. Legends vs. the babies that want to knock on the doors of the bosses. Gee, how sweet. A pandemonium of chaos, kids that don’t want to share their cookies. And what they do? They call me???”
“Seriously, I am like what the fuck? I mean, come on now??? Do I look like freaking Mrs. Doubtfire?? But then I heard you were involved and that changed the whole thing. What are you on Casey? Crack? Meth? Or are you lovesick over the fact that someone fucked over your trust and dumped your large ass? I’m sure the last one made you become a crying little bitch now does it? But then I just started to think, what more would he ever want to? Having another chance of perhaps eliminating the biggest name in wrestling history? Something he never succeeded in the first place. Or to take on some crying bitches, although I may add that this other Williams sure knows a thing or two. But then again, who doesn’t like to shine a bald head with shoe polish these days??”
Goth chuckles, he looks at the match that he and Casey has had in the past before walking off with a victory
“I know that you have a few things to say about me huh Casey? I mean seriously, who hasn’t? The biggest crap donut that I’ve ever seen, crapping his pants with some magical flavoured pretzels… oh and Casey, if I’m going too fast for you?? Just let me know, I can work some sign languages as well bud.”
Goth shows the camera the finger, the ultimate sign of disrespect that everyone understands.
“I’ve been wanting to get to hear you speak about me, I’ve been looking forward to hear what you had to bring to the dance. I have heard you have been doing well, good for you. Won some championships, gotten in some good fights. Trained that upper cut jab of yours and what I’ve understand you have finally managed to palm a basketball with your left hand. But to be honest Casey? I’m sorry my friend, but you don’t got the IT that seperates the best from the pretty fine and decent guys.”
Goth rolls his eyes as he tries to be polite towards one of the four men that he will be facing at the first ever PPV of the new year.
“I tried it ok? I mean seriously, I tried!! You are just an example of how to go wrong in the wrestling business. Seriously, what is it that somehow made you become a part of this show? Of this main event? Just because you hold a grudge over someone else? Just because your relationship with the other Williams broke to a million pieces? Or is it the fact that you just cannot accept the fact that you are never going to be a World champion in the state that you are in right now. Seriously tho, sometimes it’s not a bad thing to accept the fact that you are nothing more than a mere tag team wrestler. Tag team wrestling isn’t a bad thing you know? I mean, you share a bond with someone. You tag in every now and then, you can share tag team titles when you win the big thing. But in the end, you are just a part of a cohesive unit that always breaks up in jealousy. I know, I’ve been there before. But never in the receiving end as you are”
“God, what do I have to do to be in the part of I hate you and I want to get back at you scenario that all of you guys seem to have? It’s fun to play along with a charade every now and then, you know to just feel like I fit in somewhere.”
Goth throws up his arms in the air and shakes his head. He holds up one hand with one finger pointing at the camera.
“I should not sound like I feel left out, I’m a guy that can start his own wars and end them like an instant. But BOY!! Wouldn’t it be a fun thing to be on the lips of every superstar out there? I mean I bet Casey and Alexi can share so many stories of how they just wished they were like me. I know that they rather would not share the spoils of their entire careers. But come on now, I took away Casey’s dreams everywhere we stepped in the ring. And I took away Alexi’s championship belt. Big freaking deal!!!”
“You see Casey, at least Alexi or Koji or whatever his name is at least had the balls to speak out his mind. Not that there was anything in there that would make me stay awake or something. But he at least made it past the silent treatment that he gave me the last time we faced for that belt. How’s it going big haired freak? You still upset over the fact that I did not wanted to be your tag team partner? I mean come on now? You just totally reek an aura of being pathetic. Pathetic to the point that even sign languages needs subtitles, adding some multiple choice options and you still would not get the clue. And what more of it all that made me laugh, is the fact that you hope a friend of yours takes back the championship that you could not retain against me??”
“Is that your example of glory hogging? For crying out loud man, you are even more pathetic than the matches I remembered between us. Can I give you an advice? Next time? You just shut up, take notes and perhaps… just perhaps you learn a thing or two about spouting profanity that makes freaking sense!!!”
Goth puts his Scotch to his lips and he takes another drink, he is chuckling as he remembers the matches that he was in with Koji.
“I’m sorry Koji, at least Casey has got some ability to cover up his lack of ability. Now isn’t that some way of trash talking Casey without saying any fucks or shits or even Chocolate covered mousse? Now you think of that one as I continue to blasphemy your lack of ability ok??”
“you are just the saddest excuse of a Roulette champion, I mean in this group I’m facing there are a few as I remember. And the best one of them all is coming up next!! Oh and one guy I never faced before, but hey in this business you go out and meet people right?? You see Koji, you are just a guy that is a fill in. you are just filling in a spot of beat downs for others to take down when they don’t feel like competing in a real match. I know, the truth must hit you in the balls like cat scratching it’s nails over your scrotum. But hey, in life you need to find the one person that is honest with you. That tells you where you stand in life, or just beat the be jesus out of you. Just to make you understand that you are just merely a pathetic JOKE!!!”
“Man I’m on a role!!!”
“You are just a guy that is upset that I took away your title, you say I’m a disgrace. What does that make you? You lose to a disgrace? You are just a lowlife that needs to be educated in the mindset and wrestling skills to be a wrestler. Grow some balls, cut off your beard. Try to wear a different shirt and who knows, just maybe… just freaking maybe. You just maybe find out how life evolves around me kicking your ass one more time. But this time you will be in joy and happiness of the sacred experience that you may just cry out of happiness. I toast on that one”
Goth lifts his glass of Scotch in front of the camera before he continues with the next wrestler.
“And then we got Matthew Kennedy, the man that knows how dangerous I am. Good to know kid, you have at least said the one sensible thing that could have been said so far of your entire gang. The problem is that it should have been about Goth and Mark’s stable. Granted, I’m just an unwanted addition to a fight that is between three kids here and three kids on the other side. I’m just a spectator, I’m just a guy that could just sit there. Have a bowl of popcorn in his hand. A glass of beer in the other and just eat away. Perhaps we could share the remote controle, battle it out who gets to turn the volume and who just pushes mute. Wouldn’t that be a blast??”
“I know, I know. It’s just unfair to be unwanted spectators while we are being paid to compete as well. So why don’t we make a deal? You and me fight each other at the moment that we are both in the ring at the same time. I’ll ask my teammates to let you be and let me be and we just battle it out. At least you are respectful, you are someone that speaks out sensible things, even though you had to rush things before it was bedtime”
Goth puts the glass to his lips again and finishes the glass before putting it down on the table next to him. He puts his hands together and just waits for a few moments before talking again.
“And just because you are the smart ass of the three names that I have mentioned so far. I will give you my word, that I will be the one that will eliminate you with respect. You will fight until I realise that you have had enough. To see the sweat drop from your face as it is drowned with my own self pity. That I just go with the kill, swiftly with style… a phrase I always remembered being said by Monsieur Alfonse, the Undertaker of the popular 80’s British series ‘Allo ‘Allo. I hope you don’t take it the wrong way my friend, I got no beef with you. But it’s for me about survival, the fact that I want to be the guy that stands in the end in victory. I don’t care whether I need to go through the world sixty times to get the job done. But you just have to understand that 2013 is the year of the Goth”
“He gets it”
Goth chuckles, he spreads his arms and puts his hands behind his head and relaxes a bit.
“And then we got the final name, the one guy that I have yet to face. A new fresh face amongst the faces of impossible partners. I mean I’m sorry man, but you just got the worst deal of them all. Tagging along with these three? The way I see it is the blind leading the mute, the mute translates for the short aired kid. And the short aired kid has to report the damage control to you? And what to think of it all, finally a foe worth my time to talk about. Finally a guy that I have yet to face and I hold all hope up high for a real good battle. Something worth my time to compete against a man that I hope that could draw a sweat. Because let’s face it. Casey is all air, Koji is all bullshit and Kennedy? Well he is just merely already to bed, having his thumb shoved down his ass and fats through his mouth. But then again, he did show respect. But you Spike… a man that has held calibre championships. Must have been in calibre matches, a man that knows the dangers in a match and the unkown combatants that you just love to endure in a match.”
“Finally a challenge”
“The challenge of the unknown, the man that will take it’s spot and wait to execute with the deadliest precision. The question remains to this very day, am I talking about you? Or am I just reminding myself of how things should be inside the ring. The answer is up to you to respond to. The fact that I know that you are waiting for obvious other reasons than Casey does… Why?? Because the guy does not grasp the full circumstances that he will be in this coming show. And the funniest thing of it all is that he has gone throught he pain before… I guess size in his head has limited the ability to think. But you? How will you go into this Spike? The realisation that I could give a shit about his whole love triangle of two teams of three men? You see Spike, I could care less who marries whom and who will be out to pay alimony. I’m here to win, I’m here to survive. I’m here to relive the days where I fought of eleven other man on my own and walked out champion. I am here to relive the joys of the pain that I can go through battling more than one man inside the painful structure. But you Spike? What are your motivations? Are you to bring home the memories of what once was before? Or are you just out there to welcome the challenge and go down like what could have been a glorious victory turning into something bad? You see I’m going to tell you, I respect you what you have accomplished. I respect the fact that you will go into this match not knowing what will be coming up next. That must get you sharp now mustn’t it? The way I see it Spike, is that I got the edge in this entire match. I got no beef with anyone, I got nothing to prove. I have one obsession in this match and that is to survive. Nothing to prove to the other guys, because already I have proven my worth against 75 percent of my opposing team. Do I got something to prove to my teammates? Perhaps, but I already showed one of my teammates my worth as I took him to the limit of what he can endure… I know he walked away with a victory still. But then again, he knows my worth and that I’m better than anyone out there that wants to prove me wrong”
“And yet there is one thing that is still missing, the one thing that seperates the best from the average. The moment that I can stare into the eyes of those who I oppose and if and when I see the moment come that they will snap. Do you know these moments Spike? Do you know how to handle those moments Spike? A former champion like you should not have any problems dealing with the pressures of expectations huh Spike? But there’s pressure and then there’s the pressure of carrying your entire team on your shoulders. Because let’s face it, I only have to deal with you Spike. The others do not count, I have crushed them in one or more occasions that they do not bring anything new to the dance. And you? You have to work on four different names, four names that are wildly veterans and the very best that this industry has to offer. I pity you Spike…”
Goth closes his eyes as he enjoys a moment of silence before he continues talking
“A playground of little fighting dogs and one man stands in their way to end it in a personal fashion. No, I’m going to end it in a fashion that suits me. The fashion of greatness, the fashion that suits the greatest of all time. I will bring in the class, I will bring in the determination and the patience and the endurance that fits a champion. I’m the very best that the world has got to offer and Spike my friend? It’s never too bad to be just merely 2nd. Just deal with it boy, because it will happen…. And then? Who knows, I may just take that what’s rightfully mine…. “
With that Goth gets up and walks off as the shot slowly fades to darkness.
