Thoughts: It has been weeks that I have slept in my bed, since that ungodly night that Shipman did what he did… I have nobody but myself to blame, I should have been there. I should have kept her safe with my brother and Brenda, but for fuck sake… Why did I really became so unaware of everything that happened around me!!!!!
We open up with Goth sitting in a corner of his Dubai hotel room, the room is clearly untouched. He has entered the room and he went to the corner and never left it, his beard has grown into a wild mess as he is drinking a bottle of Whiskey.
(Door knock)
Goth does no trespond, he takes a sigh from a Cuban cigar before taking another sip from his Whiskey
Voice: Gerrit?
(thought) Oh God, how did he know I was here???
G: Yeah Jonathan, the door is open.
The door opens as Jonathan Porter (AKA Fang) enters the room. He makes a look on his face that tells you that the room stinks.
J: What the fuck??? Gerit, what are you doing??
G: What does it look like Jonathan?? I am trying to smoke and drink away any Fucking feeling that is left in my body. I have not slept in ages, I have busted up my knuckles against every wall that I have found on my way to this fucking country.
J: That it?? Your wife is being held captive and you are out here and wasting yourself on alcohol and cigars??
Goth suddenly jumps to his feet and charges in on his bloodbrother. Grabbing him by the throat as he is choking him.
J: (Gasping) Gerrit??
G: Listen to me Fang, I’m the richest man in this fucking world. I have the FBI on this, I have Private Investigators and even bounty hunters looking for the one woman that keeps me sane for 20 years. Don’t tell me what I have to do, because I may just knock you out and think you are HIM
He lets go off his brother, dropping back to his knees and starts to cry. His emotions have altered him to an emotional mess.
G: Why Jonathan?? Why does the world around me suffer while I am the one that should be in her place. Why doesnt he take me in her place?? To allow me tob leed and smile, to allow me to cry tears with joy. Knowing that the end of my career and wrestling life has come to an culminating end??
His blood brother slaps him across the face, not even facing the man as he just sits there motionless.
J:You are such a selfish son of a bitch!! You should have stayed retired, taking care of your wife. Build a family, but noooo after how long of having your body going through what kind of punishment and denying your wife’s only wish… you still went back and got back into the same bullshit once more??
G: Jonathan,
J: Shut up!!! You are looking at the world through your eyes, the eyes of a victim. I am getting tired of you turning everything that is happening around you towards yourself!! Do I have to feel self pity for you??
G: Isn’t it….,
J: What?? Obvious?? Is that what you wanted to say?? Because that would have beent he obvious answer for you to say you son of a bitch. The only reason why she allowed you to abuse her trust for your own good, is because she loves you. Because she felt sorry for you, because she wanted to believe that one day your eyes would be opened and you would become a man!! A husband, a father. Fuck Shipman, fuck SCW, fuck everything that has got to do with wrestling. Go to a psychiatrist and for fucking hell stop whining!!!
Goth wants to reason with his brother, but Jonathan walks out of the room. Screaming out loud as slams the door shut. Goth rests his head against the wall and cries
G: See what you do to me Shipman?? Is that what you want me to do to get my wife back?? Beg and claw towards you on my hands and knees?? Is that what I have to do to get you to notice me?? To do what you should be doing to me?? I have been asking you all this and now you have my wife?? Why?? Why is it that you are such a coward and assault someone that only knows love. That does not grab for the bottle every time someone says something hurtful to you. For every time that I hit the wall without even seeing it… it hurts what you are doing man, I hope you are enjoying this because deep down in my stomach. I wish it would all end.
He cries softly, begging in front of the camera as his hands are traveling across the floor for a bottle. Crawling across the floor until he finally finds the bottle that he was looking for, only to realise that it has fallen and the whiskey has poured on the floor. Screaming from the top of his lungs he tries to save whatever he could find of the liquid and tries to drink the final drops off it.
The Next Morning
Goth wakes up on the floor from the wake up service from the hotel. He is clawing towards the phone as he finally answers it after several minutes
G: (whisper) H…. hello….
P: Hello sir, this is your wake up call that you requested sir.
G: I never asked for such a thing, how late is it??
P: It’s five am sir, we got a request from a certain Mr. Shipman to wake you at this time and give you this message sir.
G: Shipman?? Message?? What message??
Suddenly we hear a click as we hear a woman’s scream. Goth realises it is his wife screaming as Shipman can be heard laughing in the back ground before the connection is ended. Goth is holding the phone in his hand, crying out loud as he is screaming louder. After several moments we see hotel personel break into the hotel room and call for medical assistance as Goth is trying to punch another hole in the wall. Screaming out the name of his wife as well that of Shipman.
The afternoon
J: Gerrit???
Goth is found in his bed of his hotel room, being tied up as it enables him to move. He has his brother sitting next to him.
G: What happened???
J: They medicated you with some sleeping pills and tied you up to your bed.
G: What?? Get me out of here!!!
J: No, I can’t Gerrit and you know why?? These fine men of this hotel wanted to throw you out of your room. They did not wanted you back as you were destroying this room, I had to convince the mto let you stay as I would take drastic measures.
G: You shouldnt have, any other hotel would let me book a room.
His brother shakes his head
J: We are not in America Gerrit, where they are fans and waiting for your autograph. Once you are thrown out of one hotel, you will never enter another one. Are you that stupid?? Damnit Gerrit, what the fuck happened?? Why did you…..,
G: Shipman….,
J: Oh sure, it’s always Shipman, or someone else that has targeted you to make your life a miserable one. Haven’t you once thought to yourself that you are to be blamed for what has happened to Sapphira???
There’s a sudden silence coming over Goth as he moves his head away from his brother.
Damn right you are going to listen to every word I am saying. You see Gerrit, after you are through with this you will retire. You will go back home, raise the trust back into the heart and soul of your wife and then forget about all this stupidity that you have been using your eyes to do what you never should have done in the first place. So tell me Gerrit, what will be next for you to do???
He remains silent
J: TELL ME!!!!
G: I will quit after I get back my wife and get my life back together.
Jonathan grabs his brother and holds him, crying as he loves his brother and hates to see him go through this. The camera zooms in on him as we see a cold and calculated look of distain upon his face.
The suffering continues
Goth is freed from his bed, he has sobered up a little bit and has cleaned up his beard. He is drinking water and is sitting at the balcony overlooking Dubai. Clearly his mind is everywhere except with him until he notices the camera’s
G: Why? Why do I have to wrestle Shipman in an intergender tag team match?? Tornado rules fort hat matter even… I have no wishes or desires to worry about others as my own desires are solely focused on getting my hands across the throat of one Chris Shipman. Squeezing the air out of his body, spitting him in the face and then have him have his way with me… only to get what i want.
He is saddened, eyes closed as well as his mouth shaking with anger and sadness
G: Oh I know that my mind will struggle with letting you have your way with me Chris, deep down inside it struggles to compete with sanity and depression. It’s like two brain lobes are in constant argument of who has the better arguments to take over from me for the time being. And to be honest Chris, neither has ever gotten to me like you have. You see, your arguments are the ones that I have been wishing for my entire lives… but everyone always meddles into my affairs, my businesses and my wishing for a better society for my own incapabilities.
He looks at the half empty glass, realizing that the coldness of the liquid that it had after being poured in the glass has vanished and it has gotten warm.
You see, i wonder who i have to blame for restricting my anger to a minimum for this match. Was it Mark or Underwood? To have two women be a part of this tornado tag team match. You see, I am no stranger to facing women wrestlers… legends Like Elizabeth Ashe, Makayla, Toxic Angel. Merely to name a few. But they had a meaning to me in those matches as they were my opponents. Now I have a wish for a better life and even though the criterium of no offence fits my opponent perfectly… I just wonder whether she has ever realized what insanity can do to you…. You see Jessie, I will only be able to think of one thing and that thing is Sapphira. Sapphira is culminated with Shipman and there is no place for a girl like yourself to trouble me with your reasonings. You have screwed over some friends, whooptie doo. That’s what is called growing up in the wrestling world. Non factor you are when it comes down to this tale of who is enjoying my suffering more. If you want to witness a Greek Tragedy, watch the news and learn of how tragedies can ultimately end up with bankrupcy. I hope that Twisted Sister can bring herself to inflict damage upon you as I will upon you Shipman.
He scrapes his throat several times before laughing.
G: I never thought in my life that you would be my demise, to be the chosen one. Only problem now is that you have to fulfill your destiny to do so Chris. You already have put me in check on the chess board of life. But now, will you be able to finally put someone in checkmate?? Or is the Karpov side of your existence non existent?? I know you aren’t the one of many riddles as it baffles your mind. But tell me Chris, please enlighten me how you would contemplate my ending of the existence that is me?? For it is merely a digit that needs to end in my life.
G: Are you behind this match Chris?? Adding women to it??? is that what you were promising Sapphira as you wanted that female touch in it??? Make me remind me of her?? Or is it merely because I am already on the brink of self destruct that you wish to share laughter with others?? Not that it would matter to me anyways as I have ended up on the well known brink of reluctant resistance.
G: All I wish to do is give up Chris.. make me… fulfill your dream and make me….
With that Goth closes his eyes as tears flow from his cheeks as the shot fades to darkness
