“There was one night, many and many years ago. A night where you could look deep down in someone’s soul and know what is going on in his head. Does this ever concern you at all lately? People are so full of it, talking smack because they can open up their freaking mouths and yap all they want. It’s nothing new to me, it’s nothing that I could give a damn about. These days I would just wonder who gives a damn about their fellow man…”
Friday night, a secluded highway. We can see headlights shine on on the road, we see the stripes in the middle of the highway. Keeping both sides apart from each other, inside the car we can hear Snuff from Slipknot play as a figure is driving towards something unknown.
“So if you love me let me go
And run away before I know
My heart is just too dark to care
I can’t destroy what isn’t there”
We see the scars and tattoos of a man that has been in one or two many battles in his life, he is humming to the lyrics of the song. A skull ring is on his ring finger. A tattoo is surrounding his wrist, saying the words “love died with you”. A cross is tattooed underneath the wrist, where his hairs are thin growing over it. His humming suddenly stops as he is clearing his throat.
“Damn, I just need to take a leak”
The car drives on for a few moments before stopping, the figure gets out as we continue to listen to the song. A few moments afterwards we hear the door open again and the figure gets back in.
“That felt good”
The arm can be seen grabbing something at a jacket on the seat next to the driver’s seat. He grabs a cigarette and lights it before starting the car again.
“So save your breath,
I will not careI
think I made it very clear
You couldn’t hate enough to love
Is that supposed to be enough?
“Rage, frustration, let down, betrayal… all elements of a good song that people seem to dig. Makes you so easily to be diverted to be a mainstream band. A band that used to be vile, a band that used to be just for those who understood them, knew them, felt their pain and their agony. To be accepted by those who respect you because you are different”
A snicker can be heard, the figure inhales the smoke of the cigarette and blows it out in the open air inside the vehicle.
“I remember the days when a band like Kiss was unknown, something that at a day and age like right now would be unheard off. A band that decided to ignore the mainstream, do what they did best and stuck with it. Hell it worked until they got all mushy and did a few pop tunes. I mean seriously, what were they thinking? Ladies in Waiting, Mainline, God of Thunder and Calling Dr. Love? To I was made for loving you… how pathetic did that make them become? But then again, who wouldn’t if the price was just right??”
He puts the cigarette to his mouth, while steering the wheel with the other.
“Oh man, am I starting to become a critique? I mean seriously, I’m a freaking wrestler and I’m starting to blame my loss of innocence to a pop tune? Fucking hell”
Another blow of smoke can be seen going through the car, he takes out the cd and puts in a different one.
“Ahh that does the trick”
Whole Lotta Rosie can be heard blasting through the sound system as the figure turns on the sound system. Turning the volume up sky high
“Fucking hell, people can say whatever they want. But if you can play like these guys and have a singer like Bon Scott entertaining the crowd like he does. Then who gives the shit he wore the jeans way too high.”
A chuckle can be heard, he puts the cigarette down beside him in an ashtray.
“I wonder what makes people tick, these days you just have to look at someone’s face, when you look at it you realize that they are just a made figure. A made figure that wants to be cool, that wants to be arrogant. Because hey, it works right? Fuck that shit.”
He grips the steering wheel tightly with his fingers, squeezing it as it seems that he is frustrated about something.
“Arrogant punks that know nothing of what it is like to be a real instead of just being that character. I mean, everyone can be an Iglesias fucking a Russian bitch in the backseat of their car. But making her cum and beg for more, is something that only characters can do… right there on the backseat of your van.”
The camera switches to the backseat, showing nothing but the backseat. Suddenly we hear a pat as the camera turns around
“Did I told you to get your focus away from me? Damnit, I am expecting you to do your job. Aren’t you paid to do your job? Aren’t you supposed to get every detail that is needed to get the point across? Do you even know who I am??”
“Wait, don’t answer that. I don’t give a shit whether you do or don’t. Because let’s face it, does it really matter what you think? The world is not ready to hear the mumbling of a goofball like you. So shut up, record me and learn from the master. Or else I’m going to have you kiss the concrete, while I’m driving”
The camera is focused on the figure in front of him, he pushes the side so we can see who is talking to the camera. It’s Goth, the SCW wrestler and the AWA owner.
“It’s been moments like these that I wonder where you are coming from, is it from the right? Or from the left? Or are you just like a deer? Blinded by the headlights of my car before being struck by the big ass bumper that is attached to it? Oh no, I’m not an cruel sadistic animal hater. But some people you just wish they would just emerge in front of your bumper wouldn’t you agree? Making it all worth hitting the gas pedal. But for me? I just have to wait for that special moment to get four eyes struck by the headlights of my fists. Who knows, perhaps a dozing off face inside a sleeper hold. But then again, does it truly matter?”
His eyes are focussed on the road, his gaze is on endless as there seems to be getting no end to the destination he is driving towards.
“For all that matters is that I’m getting what I want, no matter who opposes me and no matter what I have to do to obtain it… who knows, I may just run into you with the headlights on”
With that the shot vanishes as we head to a commercial break.
*Brazil*
The beach, sunbathing women in skimpy bikini’s. Men in too tight speedo’s and muscles above muscles that shows how they are compensating their ignorance. The ocean is calm as people are enjoying the water and the sun, while one figure is sitting in the shadow and drinking a cocktail while staring at the people. A voice approaches him, causing him to snap out of his focus.
Female: “Goth? I did not expected you here”.
He grins, realising he made someone look around for him.
“Isn’t that what makes life fun? To do something out of the ordinary?”
Female: “Perhaps, but I thought we agreed upon the lobby or in your hotel room?”
“Oh no my pretty, it’s a moment where I want to get outside, enjoy the great weather and witness the people in their favourite habitat”
Female: “In the sun??”
Goth chuckles while shaking his head in disagreement.
“Oh no my pretty, where they are in the comfort of enjoying the rest. Believing that they don’t have to worry about something happening to them, to enjoy the relaxation. To think that nothing can harm them, I like to strike when these people believe that they can’t be hurt.”
Female: “Like inside the rign??”
Goth chuckles as he nods his head.
“You start to get the point Willow, like inside the ring, because let’s face it. From everyone I’ve heard the past week or so. They all are comfortable, they all are arrogant. They all believe the fact that they are unbeatable, that they cannot be harmed. That they are GOD amongst the human beings that need to beg for them to wash their feet. Don’t we all know that even the son of God wasn’t too proud to drop down to his knees and be humble?”
Willow: “Oh great, here we go again. Tell me when you are done being biblical and start to get to the interview we supposed to do Goth”.
Goth chuckles as he takes another drink from his cocktail.
“Tell me Willow, what makes people so confident that they can bash others down? Believing that I’m so one dimensional that they get me??”
Willow: “Well…,”
“That’s right, they are ignorant, they are blinded by their own greed and they are stuck with their heads up their asses. The only thing that matters at this moment the tag team titles and yet? All I am hearing is the Team Staggs and Team SCW”
Willow:” Well aren’t you a part of that too?”
Goth: “You know that all I want is to maim Kain, the only thing I want is to take anything that this joke build up from scratch since joining this place? Don’t you know that his existence as the flagrant abuser of my role as King is making me want to puke down his throat and shove his ass down the dirt where he belongs?”
Willow: “Your history with him is well….,”
“Documented? Is that what you were to say? Tell me Willow, without using big words. What makes Kain the man that he is today? I’ll tell you, that’s me. The big idiot will start denying anything that I will be using to quote his ignorance and his stupidity. But that’s the basic thing that he has got left and I’m planning on taking it away from him”.
Willow: “You truly hate him don’t you?”
“Hate? Oh no my pretty, hatred is a tool to be used in a vendetta, hatred is a tool to fail in life. He is the one that wants to kill me, I’m the one that wants to return that what was never his towards myself. I’m the rightful King, I’m the rightful owner of mass destruction. I’m the one that talks and does not get heard from the world to talk. I’m the one that stands in front of you and tell you that I already won.”
“Moments like these makes me wonder, wonder what happened to people like Frost, people like Kain, people like the tag team champions. Truly wander what made Kevin Carter believe in the prospect of being that what he isn’t? I shoved a feather up inside his ass, I graced him with respect. And all he does? Is hump a dead moose and talk about what if I don’t? what if I am not? What if he is not going to be taken seriously? What if he starts paying attention to the world and not repeat what his tag team partner already has said???”
Willow:”Like?”
“That would be too obvious now wouldn’t it Willow? Oh no, I’m not going to take things to the point of being too lame and being a second rate tag team champion. Needing some idiot to hand him a title, being a guy that does it all and knows that he can bring it all, but needs a title to comfort his well being? Is this how nursery school went for Carter?”
Willow: “Uhm…, “
“Or was it the mere fact that he knows that I was right? That he does remind me of myself? That how I approached him made him realize that people do not repeat themselves all the time? That we aren’t the mindless puppets that he claims that all of us are? Or that the simple fact that I dare to be different than each and any other of them makes him confused. Confused to the point that he wishes he could get laid by that golden belt”.
Willow: “GOTH!!!”
He chuckles, he takes another sip from his cocktail before he continues his talk.
“And then we have his tag team partner, the bashful idiot named Ace. The guy that bombards himself into rock stardom and now? He is sipping away at a cup of thee, trying to fish out his nose hairs out of it. Because he is starting to realise that since Goth spoke out to him, that he is now fighting something that he cannot grasp. An answer made him confused, it made him wonder if there is logic to the un logical human being that is called Goth. Again, just another example of how one thing cannot unfold the entire mystery of the human race. Oh no Ace, I’ve heard ya… I’m just wondering why you are hiding? The great champion that already beat me once, second time jitters running down your back and into the potty training potty?”
Willow: I’m slowly starting to lose track.
“That’s good to know Willow, because the tracks that I’m following are the tracks of un logical proportions. I’m the gift that was sent down from the heavens, to die for the sins of the human beings, only to be reborn and to be as mad as hell. I’m pissed off to find out that we got guys like Ace… morons like Ace, that apparently can count beyond the number one and makes him the un denying greatest gift to mankind. For what Ace? That you beat me in a singles match? That you already propel yourself to victor right from the get go? Oh I admire your bravery, your sense of drama. The will to get inside your opponents heads… to build an advantage upon your opponents heads. While all that you are doing, is just trying to convince yourself that after one that there’s two.”
Willow: “Isn’t that the case usually??”
“Oh true, when you start to look at things in the most simplistic way imaginable. I can utter the words that I’ve beaten you before, so that it would be logical to do it once more. But does that put some effort into it? Or are you just saying it, because you want to drop the camera as soon as possible and do your manicure?”
Willow: “You think he’s….”
Goth cuts her off by placing a finger on her lips.
“Does it really matter what I think?”
“Does it care that I am watching over this match, being the only one that knows what is at stake? That I’m the only one that knows that deep down inside their guts, that they know that there is more than just the obvious gang warfare. I’m going for the gold, what Hot Stuff and Underwood want… is to no concern to me. All I want is to take away that what Kain believes that he deserves… deserves rightfully so… how stupid is that??”
“But no, there’s more… then you have the voices of reason. Too bad in case of Frost, he has chosen to talk in silence. Some would go and become a monk. Live their lives in celibate. To not fuck around with anyone else, yet never resist a choir boy at times.”
Willow: “GOTH!! BEHAVE!!”
“Is the censorship once more a delicate case? Or is it the mere thought of knowing that I’m right makes you all rattled up over a few words? Jeez, get over it. I’m just talking the truth, these cry babies are just spilling over a glass of milk. It’s tag team wrestling, something I’ve always enjoyed doing. Why? Because it’s the fact that you trust your partner to succeed. To go up that road and know that in the end, you can’t do it on your own. Outdo your opponents, for an alliance and then when the moment comes. You strike, you strike hard. When that moment comes, you know that everything that you put into it was well worth it”.
Willow: “If you got a partner you can trust that is”
Goth chuckles, he knows she is right as he nods his head.
“I can trust Grimm, he has shown that we are from the same type of attitude. He knows that deep down inside that he needs me as I need him. Last time we fought, we beat some punk ass bitches. But we beat them, we have a chemistry, we have that edge that nobody knows us. Just like Ace and Kevin were, a new team and they won. They beat the team that I know that could be beaten, I would have done that when I had Grimm at my side since day one. Hell, even Frost knows it as he decided to stay silent for so long. Isn’t it obvious that people are making big tales, big lies and stupid excuses for losing already??”
“You see Ace Baldwin is a guy that needs to be put in his place, Kevin is so much having his head shoved up the ass of that belt that he is delusional. Kain is just merely a big giant that sounds even more stupid by the minute. And then we have Frost… silence is a virtue and a virtue that I would love to beat into each and everyone of them”
Willow is listening to what Goth has to say with great interest.
“You see champs, I’m directing my message towards you. Solely you, because let’s face it. Blood Omen is just a drop of red paint at this moment. They are long gone, they are history. Just like the singles career of Kain is going to be at the next opportunity to destroy him. It’s simple, I am finishing people off for one reason and one reason only. Because it’s strictly business.”
“The fact is that you are so fucking hyped up by yourself, that you are failing to realise that the new guns of dominant tag team wrestling has already signed up. Signed up to bring down the establishment, the establishment that is the team of Kevin Carter and Ace Baldwin.”
Willow: “Aren’t you worried you are going to be having to deal with the referees?”
“I’m not worried, I know what I can be facing. I know that they will do whatever it is that they can think off to hold on to those belts. Because they rate their power through the gold, just like I want to do with Kain, I want to hurt them where it hurts them the most. I want to take down their arrogance, I want to take down their stupidity. I want to take down the one thing that they aren’t thinking about. I want to take away their gold, because I know that I can equal their desire and will to do whatever it takes to win. I will bleed, I will spit out every drop of blood that comes into my mouth. I will feel my muscles tear and my body break. And for what? To be recognized as the very best. That’s why… that’s what I do for a living Willow, I’m designed to be the very best. I have the desire to outdo anyone else… and I am willing to do more than just merely say the words that I do not make them fear me. Fear is a four letter word, fear is a word that can be described in so many ways. That it makes people, who utter them look pathetic. Because fear is not just a look, fear is not the fact how you act. Fear is whatever it is that would make you worry the one thing in life you never thought would happen. Fear is that one thing that makes you sweat, praying that I won’t find it. Hoping that it will pass on, so you can get passed one day. Fear is something that is understandable the biggest worry in the lives of the tag team champions. Champions that do not allow failure, champions that do not understand the meaning of losing and underestimating the ones that do not need to be underestimated. And in the end champions, I will be holding the title over my shoulder, just like Grimm will. In the end, the darkness of your fears will be my light to guide me to success. Something you two kids need to understand still, but don’t worry… I’m a patient teacher… so enjoy while it can, those belts are coming home with me and Grimm….”
With that Goth grins as the shot fades to darkness.
