G: So many things could go wrong in my life, but nothing as dearly to me as the woman that I love….,
Goth is on his bed, he is shirtless as we see his many tattoos and scars visible for the camera. He is holding his hands over his eyes as he is clearly upset that his wife hasn’t been found for way too long.
G: How much longer must I suffer?? How much longer has I have to endure this pain until I get my price of sanity in my arms?? I hear things, I see things. Hell, I do not even wish to close my eyes as it will only make me see her… tortured, mangled and screaming in agony. I do not even know how long I have to be without here…., but I am slowly losing the will to be sane. To forget compassion, to forget reality and just hit on straight for the core that matters at this point…., pain… PAIN!!!!!!!
Screaming out from the top of his lungs, his veins in his neck emerge visible as agony is taking over his mind slowly. More and more losing contact to reality and darkness is taking over.
G: Is there a way to overcome this pain?? Oh people always say do this, do that…, where are they now when they are truly needed?? Even my own brother in blood, who has been on my side since that faithful night. Trying to convince me that the legal path of him finding my wife is the way to go, others would say send Shipman money and he will answer to you…,
He grins, knowing that money has never been the object of Shipman’s lust. He only cares for destroying the newly crowned SCW Roulette champion. The first ever 3-time champion in history of the company.
G: For even the highest riches in life would not calm him down and give in to his darkest desires…, no he does as he pleases. Feeding upon me as my dark demons of misfortune has got a headlock upon my mind and does not let go…, it is upon me to struggle as the grip gets tighter and tighter. Questions emerge upon my mind with every answer that I find to the last question, only new ones emerge. A crossroad that has crossed many paths and it ends up on the same string of lies that I have had to deal with ever since…., I….,
A phone rings, causing him to lose his concentraction. He stares at the alarm clock, 4 am.
G: What the??
He slowly extends his arm and grabs the horn of the phone, he puts it against his ear and waits.
V: Hello???
A voice can be heard, a familiar voice. A female voice, as it is followed up with soft sobbing
G: Sapphira???
S: Oh God, Gerrit. I managed to find you, finally. I have…,
Suddenly there’s silence, Goth looks at the phone as he only hears the sound of the tone of the phone. Clearly his mind has played another trick with him as there was nobody that called him at this hour. He drops the phone and screams out an uncontrollable animal like scream. It is followed by someone banging on the door, before barging in after a few moments.
F: Gerrit!!!!!! What happened???
Goth ignores his blood brother, he is crying as his fingers dig deep into his skull and mumbling all over again as he begs for forgiveness.
Fang’s wife runs over to Goth, she grabs a needle and injects it in his arm.
F: What did you give him??
B: I gave him some medication that he will fall asleep in a few moments.
Goth suddenly grabs her by the arm, his eyes are bloodshed red as he is begging to her.
G: Please, please make it stop…. Plea….ssss…..eeee
He lets go as he falls asleep, leaving his brother and his wife looking on with sadness in their eyes.
A church
A man can be seen sitting in a corner of a church bench, locking his hands around an old and wrinkled bible book. His lips are moving, but no sound can be heard. His hair is a mess, he hasn’t shaved in weeks. His eyes are blood shed as there are circles around his eyes, showing that he hasn’t slept in ages. Not noticing a hand that slowly emerges from nowhere as it gently lands upon his shoulder.
V: Welcome my son, in the house of our Lord.
The figure looks up from the bible, clearly in shock. Trembling with fear as mouth wishes to speak, but no sound can be heard.
V: Don’t be frightened my son, no need to feel scared in the house of our Father. What’s your name son???
The man looks around, clearly not sure what to make of this moment. Staring at the eyes of a reverend.
G: My name is Gerrit, to many in the world I am known as….,
R: Goth??
He looks amazed, not sure what to make of this.
R: Oh now, don’t be so amazed. I do too enjoy watching some wrestling from time to time my son. I known you since you were playing the role of the King of Kings in the Global Wrestling Alliance in 2007.
Goth relaxes, smiling as a bit as he knows he has got nothing to worry about.
G: To be honest, I did not play anything. I lived it, I lived to be me… just one side of me that nobody has ever witnessed from me.
R: Interesting, do tell more.
The reverend sits down next to Goth as he moves up a bit on the bench. Putting the bible on his lap as looks at the reverend.
R: Please, do tell.
G: Well you see Reverend, I…,
R: Oh please, do just call me Peter. I’m not on duty now…, besides I like to have talks that are informal.
Goth grins, nodding his head as he tries to find the right way to start over again.
G: You see, Goth is obvious my name as a wrestler. But that’s probably the only thing that is gimmick about me. What you see, is what you get.
Every aspect that I bring out to the ring, is the aspect of me that I want to bring out. Chaos ruled my life as a young boy…,
P: Therefore you were known as the Bringer of Chaos???
G: You are informed well my friend, then I needed the guidance. And what better way to show the guidance that I was receiving, by doing the same for those who deserved it far greater than me. It was their choice to accept it and live on, or perish by denying the gift that was granted to them.
P: Perhaps, yet he never showed violence of any sort Gerrit.
Goth nods, understanding the position that he is in as reverend of this church. Before smiling at him
G: I thought we were going to keep it informal??
Both men grin as the reverend nods.
G: I do not wish to be discussing views on how to accept his ways Peter. But I do feel the need to understand the world the ultimate result to non believers if they do not wish to choose his path… or so that is at least what Christianity tells us isn’t it?? And isn’t so that the final judgment will be upon us whether you like it or not???
P: Yes, but…,
G: Oh I know, we should not judge he who shall be judged by HIM that is the only one that can judge us… in the everlasting court of existence whether you enter Heaven and live an eternal life, or perish in the Hell Fires of Satan as he clips his wings once more. But I wonder, whether you are being put on earth to judge me for what has been written. You are not HE I suppose Peter??
The two men look at each other, clearly an electricity that could be felt in the air between them. Until the moment that Peter puts his hand upon his shoulder.
P: I know what you mean my friend.
G: I know you do, because we live in a world that has been divided by rage, lust, betrayal, sins of any nature and most of all…. The lies that has made this world a cess pool of sorts that is accepted by society. And to have a show that exploits all of that is wrong isn’t it?? So who should be judged?? Someone that at least puts his effort into it and make an impact?? Or those who do like everyone else does, because that’s what is expected from them?? I cannot wonder HE was smiling when I did his dirty job for him.
P: I know my son, I just wish something could have been done for you as well.
Goth sighs, looking away from the reverend as he knows that he means his wife.
G: I know, but there’s only one way to get what I want back and that is something that I have to do by myself Peter.
P: You are never alone Gerrit, once you…
G: I know what you are trying to say, but at this moment I feel the need to do things that would make him look away. I want to sink my fingers in parts of those who try to stand in my way and break their hopes and dreams like mine have been shattered. I never asked for this, I never wanted her to be hurt like this. And yet to the world it seems to be like an acceptable cause of me to be crushed like this. Only for the ratings, well if they want ratings… I will give them something that they thought was never possible to achieve.
P: What do you mean Gerrit??
G: Oh I will show the world soon enough, thanks for the talk Peter. But I have to go.
Goth gets up from the bench before the referee can stop him from walking away. He looks at the man as he is having a look of concern.
G: May God have pity upon their souls…,
Promo against Gabriel Cross
Goth can be seen sitting down, with his championship belt right in front of him. He stares at the championship belt with a look of distain and anger.
G: Success in this world at the moment where I could care less whether I am wearing a belt consisting of how many pounds of gold?? While I cannot share it with the one that I love the most.
He scratches his face as he is feeling an itch.
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G: So people now expect me to defend this championship against those who deserve a title shot. How grant to see me suffer even more as I have to deal with those who are delightful to take away something that I possess. And yet, I want to fight someone else that possesses something that I want… and yet, does this championship belt grant me that opportunity??
He sighs, knowing that the answer is a positive no.
G: So now I am a champion, many more eyes are locked upon me because of this.
He points at the championship belt that is in front of him
G: Obviously Raab wants a rematch, Travis is looking to make his name felt around the world as someone that is meaningful to everyone. Ultimately ending up by being beaten down by those who do not ask for attention, but earn them. And then we have Shipman, the silent lucidity of the federation. Oh he loves to hold me in his grasp and vanish into the thin smoke as if you are walking into the fog.
G: And then you have those who get a non title match, to see whether they can climb the ladder of success and earn a future championship match. Most of them are jumping up and joy for an opportunity like this where you could see the lust in their eyes. Lust of taking that what is not theirs to begin with….., but not you huh Cross??
Goth drops his hand, running it across the wall that he is sitting against and searches for something. He finally feels the bottle of beer that is next to him and takes a drink from it.
G: Ahh isn’t that nice?? To just feel that taste of fluids running through my mouth and down to my throat. Makes me numb for a few moments, numb for the fact that I cannot forget about her. And why would I??? She’s all I ever wanted, but that’s not what you wanted to hear huh Cross?? Expecting the evil to sprout from my mouth, for you to find the cure to enlighten me with your purity and your ability to save me from evil.
G: It’s funny how I used to do things like that, can you imagine all the insanity that I got from my opponents as entering their brains with it was too easy. Their brains were incapable of grasping the fact that I was putting them through logical hell by spreading the Word… It made me realize how many of them were too simplistic to understand what I truly was trying to do to begin with….
He is grinning as he takes another sip from his beer and places it between his legs. He rests his head against the wall and softly bumps it against the wall.
And yet, they never learned a damn thing about it. Because their ideals were just to beat you. To take away whatever you were having around your waist and tell you that they are better than you. Is that what makes people be motivated these days?? Or is it the mere fact that they see something that they just hate these days, wishing to be crushed as if we are all needed to be the same. And yet, I see something in you that is so much different…
G: You will probably say that I am just like them. And who is to say?? I am filled with rage, I am filled with anger. I am filled with the desire to destroy because of one man and my desire to have my life to have meaning once more. But am I begging for enlightment?? Or the desire to have my mind freed all because of what you will utter to me. Oh come on, I could care less. I have nothing in life that will keep me sane for this moment as my sanity is the hands of HIM!!!
His eyes light up, calling the reference to Chris Shipman.
G: He destroyed my sanctuary, he destroyed my will to be a human being with compassion and love. He destroyed my will to have a family one day and for what? His destructive sins that he holds dear to his heart. Nothing in this world would cure him in his own pathetic mind… and now I have to fight you to keep you away from the ranks of my championship belt. How quaint, how non important to me.
G: Does that mean I will lose to you and walk off???
His eyes closes as he bites his teeth and grinds them as he tries to control his rage.
G: My existence is in danger, from every corner there he is. Behind every man I face, there he is. Lurking for that one moment to strike, wishing to sink his teeth into my flesh to weaken my outcome in life. To alter my perspective and then be a wolf in sheep clothing behind a man that is so much different from him. So to answer that one question that I asked you a few moments ago… oh I will fight you, I will enrage my anger upon you as I need to destroy you as well.
G: You see, Gabriel. I have no intentions to feel anything anymore until the sanity has returned. I see victims instead of human beings. I see wishful sins that needs to be destroyed by these hands once more, just for different reasons than you hold dear to you. Does that make me a bad man Cross?? Or are you. And yet, maybe we are so much alike. Ideals are more interested to our minds than merely success is it?? We speak of the one thing and yet we crave the other. It is what makes us what we truly are and yet, I do not see it upon you just yet. For it is something that I have heard so many times before, I will restore ideals to the point where we lost them.. let me ask you something Cross, I’ve been in this industry for too long… did you ever think we truly had ideals here?? You are blinded by the notion that there is still good left in that what never could be cured in the first place, or were you trying to find hope in something that is burned upon your mind??
Goth sighs, shaking his head as he opens his eyes and stares into the camera as if he has noticed it for the very first time.
G: There is nothing more to be gained, it’s all what you bring to the dance. The only thing that you can create is your own future, your own demise and the notion that you want to take the sin out of this wrestling federation is something I admire, but it’s stupid. It holds no meaning, it holds nothing more than just pure ignorance. Like I have done for way too long, shoving my ideals down the throats of everyone out there… and look how things turned out to them and me???
A sinister grin emerges upon his face
G: Oh sure, you can always claim that I never truly tried, that I gave up too soon. That I never had my heart into it. And you know something Cross?? It’s because Ideals never existed in this industry and neither does the darkness that you wish to destroy. The Good Guys and Bad Guys, another example of how we have tried to brainwave everyone in the eighties. Hoping that they would learn something as the world would remain a better place. Once again, it failed. Just like every attempt will fail to the moment to recognize you better embrace that what you proclaim to hate.
G: You will try to resist, you will try to tell me that it is wrong for me to say. It will be cute to see how you try to fight what cannot be outfought. But I will be more than happy to guide you to the ways of the reality, let it be a lesson learned for you need it to be taught. You see Cross, I have a dying need to make you see things the right way. Before I dispose of you as I have one thing in my mind and one thing only. Destroying Shipman and get back what’s mine.
G: The question remains Cross, is that a cross that you are willing to live with for how long?? For how long will your mind keep your sanity in check?? Oh it may not be this coming Climax Control, but it will leave a sting eating away at your soul. Trust me, I know. I have been there and for that, you may thank me for doing this for you before it is too late.
He wipes his face with the back of his hand as he burps out loud.
G: The bell will ring, our eyes will meet across that ring and we both will be connected as long as it is intended. We will fight, our eyes will cross each other a few times before the moment strikes that one of the two will realize that the other was right. The struggle to resist the notion will only make things worse Cross, it will lead to a mistake that you will make and I will be there to strike. I have been doing this since I have returned to this federation. Just like everyone else has tried to enter my brain, from the silly attempts of I beat him who beat you, to the more emphatic ways of those who actually tried.
G: And yet, you know what motivates me Cross?? The fact that soon I will crush Shipman one more time, taking away his every attempt to destroy me and walk off in agony. Until that moment comes Cross, I will face you and deliver the same punishment that I delivered to everyone that I have faced until now. Because they all got what they deserved as what Shipman will deserve… my wrath, my anger and my destructive nature… I pity you Cross, as you believe in the righteousness of our nature…. And after this coming Climax.. you will know that this… is right…
The shot slowly fades to darkness as Goth stares at the camera before he closes them.
