“I’ve always been taught to be nice and respectful for the elderly, because they are wise and they command attention. Many of my elders…, oh yes I say many. Of course my original parents, who tried to give it their best shot of educating me… that is if they weren’t too busy to fill themselves in sorrow when they reached out for the bottle. Not much of a true role model wouldn’t you say?? And then there’s the six foster parents, all of them tried to educate me through different ways of life. One to let myself free, to take responsibility at a young age. Another who desired to smack me in the back with a leather belt when I was a bad little boy. And yadda yadda, not much of a lifestyle that wouldn’t be a spokesperson commercial of taking problem children into your home and show them love now is it???”
A hand reaches out towards a bottle of rum, it’s half empty. Presumably the one person that reached out for it has been drinking from it for quite some time. Maybe the entire night, or perhaps a few nights in a row. Who is to say?? The hand is unscrewing the top of the bottle and pours into a glass, only to have the hand place the bottle back and replace it with the just filled up glass. With a smooth motion the glass is lifted out of the camera’s view as we hear a gasp of relief.
“The ones that came before you have paved the way for us to learn from their mistakes where necessary, or take an example from their wisdom that has served them well. More likely just some bullshit examples to prevent you from attempting to grow and make your own decisions based upon something like a gut feeling. A hunch here and there won’t kill you if you play it wisely will it?? Of course it won’t, it will only make you stronger and wiser…. Or stupid and dead. But that’s like nature states, only the strong survives isn’t it??? it’s just like life itself, I had to learn my craft on my own. And yet, I had to find someone to open my eyes to true love…. Love…, something that seems so much a distant memory, hidden underneath a seemingly large mountain of dirt, a forgotten memory that better remain there… forgotten. Something that only holds a sentimental value if you are unable to lock yourself off of it. Only fools cry they say, or do drunks also count as a fool??”
A soft chuckle can be heard from the mouth of the man that places the glass down that he just drank from moments ago. The camera rises upwards the arm, following every trace of its fiber towards the face of the man that has become revered as of late in SCW.
“Why do you drink so much is often asked by my psychiatrist, my few friends that I have got left. Even some of the die-hard fans, who for some reason just cannot stop believing me ask me this. Why? Why?? Why is it to your freaking concern?? Did we play marbles at high school or something? Did we hold hands at one point in my life when I was trying to find an answer to the meaning of life?? Or is it merely the fact that I hold a dearly beloved place in your heart and that without me, that you would perish???”
“As if my motives will match with yours, like I care? Like it would change the way of how I see my own life, let alone care for once about yours?? You are just so stuck in cheering the old Goth on, wanting me to become a trip down to memory lane. Why not putting on my skull make up on again, wearing my infamous Misfits sleeveless shirt and spray mist into your eyes like the good old days. What do I look like?? Like a trip down memory lane?? A feel good moment?? A pointing finger in my direction, where you tell your snot nosed kid how much you loved this man and that he should worship me too?? I’m not a nostalgia act that is here to put others over that are better…, I’m here to evolve and evolved I have.”
“Did it cost me something? Oh perhaps it has, a shot to be the challenger for the world title…., a loss against someone in his home town. A nice savage beatdown to a puppet to his wife’s bidding. A concern to me that I have lost? Not really, I prefer to look at things the positive direction. And all I can hear you ask yourself is what is the positive oh dear Goth?? Are you reverting to the ways of the Lord?? That would have been something if I went down that road once more wouldn’t it?? But nah ah…, I am not intending to become nice, to tell you to do the things that he has told you to do… To be smiling while holding babies and kissing their mothers on the mouths… or something similar like that, you be the judge as I do not really care”
He wipes off the sweat from his forehead and holds the back of his hand close to his face, looking at it with quite some interest before licking off the salty taste of his sweat and grins.
“I prefer chef’s chocolate, salty balls. Where you them in your mouth and suck em…. Creating a mixed reaction, because you of the many directions that a whole sentence can become for anyone that hears it. To express the mindset that you take upon yourself, attempting to prove a point towards a man that needs no point to be proven anyways. It’s like a book, that opens up with the first chapter. Setting the vibe of the story, attempting to hook you in in the hopes of not letting go. The question remains…, are you hooked? Are you hooked into the wild romantic words that will flow from my lips. Finding a path into your listening ears through the entire profanity that will be uttered. Not wanting to deny upon those whose ears have been opened for the first time in your entire existence. A reality that is a check for the virgin eyes to be opened, your bleeding ears to be ripped apart as if a knife stabs it over and over again… with the sole purpose to inflict pain of reality inside your stinking head. Oh GOD, I am feeling as if I am about to quote William Shakespeare’s To be or not To Be when I scream profanity and spit into your inflicted face”
“Please mother, take another sip from whatever liquor that you could find. It’s okay if you whip me, it’s okay if you tell the world that I will amount to nothing!! Because it’s the truth that blinds your eyes isn’t it?? YOUR TRUTH!! A truth that is shrouded in denial and clearly as repetitive as a Ghost Love Story youtube review that every youtube moron has to do these days!! As if you have never heard the song before and are being blown away, just as stupid as every other fucking idiot that has ever watched a youtube clip before. Knowing who it is and still telling yourself that you can do much better than a crying Half Black Sistah that cries after the first tone was uttered.”
“But alas, I am drifting away from the purpose at hand… am I not right Blade??”
There’s silence surrounding his voice, that is rasping through the cold air that surrounds him. He is coughing a few times, licking his lips as he is once again in thirst for another glass of Rum. But decides not to, wanting his mindset to be clear upon his the man whose name he just uttered a few seconds ago.
“I’m sorry that I had not granted you a more theatrical announcement of splendor that you deserve oh Great One. A legend that is grander than mine apparently. Something that pleases the hell out of me, not having to take a baby out of the diapers for a long enough time to grow them up like that”
He snaps his fingers after uttering the word that, emphasizing even more the meaning that he wants to deliver upon his opponent. Cocking his head sideways, causing a few strands of hair to fall in front of his eyes as he chuckles sickly.
“I hope that SCW will treat you better than they are treating me SCW original. An alluni returning to the ring, oh my. I need to put my hands to my mouth and act in a fashion of shock and amazement. Having my fingers create enough friction in the air to stop me from crying, because of the wish to ever confront a name that is even more important to this organization than what I have been. Because even though I was the first to achieve so many things, I was never truly welcomed in the hearts of those who cheered on people like you huh Blade?? Oh yes, I have not forgotten your name. the name that is as sharp as a blade, but more or less does not do a damn thing for me. Just besides wondering how often I have to blast your face into an unprotective ring post before your forehead busts open with blood and start to flow”
He bites upon his lower lip, letting the strain ripple through his skin as he is clearly feeling the intensity behind the purposed words that he utters.
“Forgive the fools of Sin City Wrestling God, for putting this legend against the man that has drowned his legendary hall of fame status. For what people still wonder? Because the misery that has brought along with him after losing his wife Serraphina?? For fuck sakes!! I have been in this federation for how many years alongside my now dead wife, ye they apparently have not even cared to listen to any of my promo’s of past and present?? Disrespecting me, but mostly her legacy of calling her Serraphina?? Her name was fucking Sapphira!!”
He grinds his teeth, closing his hands to fists as his skin whitens even more due to the intensity that he puts on them before sighing and dropping his hands besides his body.
“But I should forgive them, because Father in the Heavens… they just don’t seem to know. They apparently are too hooked upon whatever it is that they use these days to stimulate their minds. Not knowing that I stimulate you all, not wanting to admit to the truth that needs to free everyone’s minds. Because when they allow me, they will have to accept that their upbringing was wrong and mine was right. Even though that would have mean that violence is the way to go you wonder? Wonder no more, because I will take the ;leather belt in these hands and educate you in the fashion that needs to be taught. That depends on how much o a bad boy you can be Blade, because a veteran like you has already seen it all haven’t you?? But there’s where the problem lays with newbies, they only see and yet do not grasp the danger that is ahead!! I need you to educate your peanut size brain that you have still not developed fools!!! But you??? I’m well aware that you are well educated, well grown into the life of being nothing more than a random Joe.. or in case Blade, tell me my friend!! How well will you grasp my mental insanity state of mind?? And yet I love it!!! it does not matter how fart hat you will allow it to evolve… because I have answers written down upon the cracks of my brain that you have not been able to reach around and pull out!! The memories of pain that I have grown accustomed to during these painful years.”
“FOR FUCK SAKES!!! Why are you not answering me Blade?? Oh I know why, because you can’t. the words are slipping your mind and you try to reach on to whatever word that you can remember. Well here’s a few. Conspicuous by your absence as you fade into obscurity. MY OBSCURITY!! You are a SCW original?? Well I’m the SCW original sinful plague that will eradicate you and me from my thoughts. Why me as well you may ask Blade?? Because there’s no thought more powerful than the one that would make you wonder what if Goth is gone?? How much impact will it have upon you?? even though you will never admit that it will be greatly, I will know that the lies will be accepted by the truth in your eyes. Your fear of letting go of me, but after I am done with you that it will mke you realize that there’s no other alternative. The original sin is not upon those who have now already retired and left, not with the originals that seemingly have decided to return. Oh no, it’s with me. Because my eyes have opened up…. And now I shall do the same to yours…. With the reality of my words or merely the usage of blatant violence upon you. Anyhow, whatever deed it shall be… it will be an experience that will enlighten you.”
“I will whisper your name in a prayer, I will scream out your name in violence… I will not take my eyes off of you as if I am a stalker that needs to be with his “precious” since day one. Oh isn’t this exciting?? Please join me in my celebration, a celebration of pain and violence. A painful experience of the truth that does not lie…. And it will rip you to shreds…. If you are not nice of course… so choose wisely, what is your venom to my antidote that I will bring to the dance???”
“And don’t let the words trouble you, because the my antidote ends with you being helpless in my grip that I will tighten upon you…. forgive me Father, because soon I have to educate Blade as much as I did to the fool a few weeks ago. But soon you will understand and thank me… until then… suffer Blade… please do…. Suffer…. Like I have….”
With that the shot slowly fades to darkness.
