“Moments like these, it makes me want to do so much more. Nothing more than to hurt people and you know why? Because it gives me that sick feeling of knowing that I got under your skin…. It’s a disease, a disease without a cure… oh it makes me think back to that one poster, what was it again? Oh yes, Cobra… a poster with Stallone with a gun in his hand. Sunglasses before his eyes, he hadn’t shaved for a while and he had a stick in his mouth. Oh yes, the good old times wouldn’t you agree?
The old times, often resembled by you young punks of the old times. Washed up memories that have no meaning anymore… at least so that’s what you think huh? Memories of those who have died, memories of those who have gone to waste by alcohol or drugs… or even both. Memories of when you yourself was young, a young little brash kid that had more guts than brains… let’s just say that after having your skull slammed against a steel ring post a few thousand times doesn’t help either… but it does make me want to do it again… and again… and again…..
What is it that drives a man to insanity? What is it that drives a human being to enter a cess pool of your own lust and desires? To overcome domination, to become a sadomasochist of this sport that we love. There have been names in the past, yes another phrase that makes you want to remember how things were. Names in the past that thrived upon pain, that they would excel when they would see their own blood. As if they would come back to live all of the sudden.. while for me, it is just the feeling of knowing that your body reacts to it.
I remember the days when I was locked up in school, when once again I was a bad little boy. Once again when I was being held back as I had not done my homework, as I was in a fight with lots of boys and made them bleed. For some reason I wanted more, for some reason I felt as if I had them locked in chains… putting a ball in their mouths to gag them to oblivion. It made me wanted to run my fingers across their soft chins… hearing their fears from their gagged mouths. Trying to beg for mercy, what was it that Jesus once said? Oh yes, forgive them as they do not know what they are doing? Oh I knew what I was doing all right, I knew that deep down in their souls that they wanted to hurt me… and I knew it too. And to be honest? I wanted to be hurt by them as well, too bad that their innocence kept them from giving it them all…. Was my teens any better you may ask??
How foolish to think that in my teens I would have learned how people would cope my fascination. Yes at that moment I knew that it was the fascination of staring into the eyes of my lust. A lust I tell you, lust that would make people jump before trains or even go to a shrink. But me? Oh no, I just sat in the corner of the class room. Trying to remain a loner. Why bother making friends? They hated me, they did not understand me. They thought I was a freak… something that nowadays is still a usage of words to describe me. And I sometimes wondered if I truly was… a freak.. freak of nature, a freak on a leash… oh come on now? It’s what society wants you to be. Everyone needs to be a wholesome kid… to be clean, to be an all American. To be the superstar that people love to look up to. And then, you need the trash… the filth of society, the people that they say that cut their wrists and listen to death music. Oh please, ever listened to Chopin? Ever listened to Mary Poppins sing? Ever …. Oh why even bother? I just love to hear My Girlfriend’s Girlfriend any day….
But what is it that makes you think that would make me succumb to you???”
A shot opens up in a vacated shower room, it looks like it hasn’t been used in years. There’s a lightbulb dangling from the electricity cord as it is flickering. The tiles on the floor used to be black and white, but because of the dirt and filth it is seemingly all black. But a few tiles are still visible to see that there was a colour difference in the past. The mirrors are no longer showing any reflection from the other side of the room. We can see spider webs hanging from the corners and even a few rats running around on the floor. The camera turns around as we hear water drip from the showers, one of the showers can be seen having water drip on the tiles. A figure can be sitting in a corner, holding a dirty cloth in his hands.
“Normally a cloth would clean something up when you use it, but I doubt that this one still has a spirit to do anything.”
The figure digs his fingers into the dirt of the cloth. We can see his fingers have black nail polish as some of the dirt rubs off on his fingers.
“The question remains to this moment, if you want to clean something… Do you have your heart and soul into it to truly get the job done? Or are you just doing something, because that is what people expects you to do…. Expectations are always a dangerous thing to hold against you wouldn’t you agree? Expectations to get the job done, expectations to make you run your mouth and walk the walk while the talk is cheap. And the cheap only ends up with…”
The figure drops the cloth on the floor.
“Dirt”
The camera stares at the figure, we see him wear a hoodie. His face partially covered as he is staring downwards at the cloth on the floor. We can see tattoo’s on his lower arms. Tattoo’s that show demonic signs that normal people would not put on their bodies that quickly.
“I’ve been called many things, I’ve been called trash, dirt, filth, flarm flarm, filth. Upon the last four words, if you never seen Eddie Murphy in Raw, then I suggest you should just die as you hang yourself. Because then you should just have a coke and a smile and just shut the fuck up.”
The figure puts a cigarette to his mouth as he is showing a sadistic smile on his face before exhaling the smoke.
“God I just love that part of Raw, when Eddie plays Bill Cosby and tears him a hole or two. Something people expect me to do every time I face somebody inside my stage. Where my actions is the microphone that makes the people listen to every “word” I say. Making them roar, making them stand up on their feet and wish the day that they were born came twenty seconds later.”
Another puff from his cigarette comes from his mouth before dropping the cigarette near a rat, that runs away before watching the cigarette end slowly.
“The question is, what do the world expect from me this time? Another match, another person that is bound to be my tag team partner that I never tagged with before. Again the tag titles on the line, the belts that should have been mine in the first place. The fact that I crushed Gabriel and Despayre with these bare hands, only to be stopped by the greed of someone else…. Someone that thought HIS lust was more important than mine…. How foolish to think that someone’s lust for recognition is beyond anything of mine. A man that has done so much things. A man that changes on the moment that you assume that you’ve known him. A man that ended stories with an open hand across your face, or merely a kick in the stomach and followed up with the Chaos ADDT… ah yes, the days that I would just wrestle on auto pilot. How sad people were to face me inside that battlefield”.
The figure slowly stares forward, we slowly see some features from his face as he stares intot he camera. We slowly recognize him as Goth. Wrestling legend and owner of one company and competitor in another.
“To just think I have to wrestle two man that I should have faced upon that given night, how fate would ultimately bring us once again back together Frost and Kain, the two men that apparently did not have the animosity of a jealous tag team partner to screw them of their quest. Their quest of taking away the tag team titles from a team that no longer is a team. Never was, never will be. Two men that knew deep down inside that they were kissing the jackass his ass for having a hard on for the deadly sins. I guess soft porn was making a comeback that given night, because let’s face it. It has been a long time coming that Despayre and Gabriel had a real climax for sure”.
“Two men I’ve faced before, two men that know what I’m capable off. Two men that I have a history with, granted one can write an autobiography about me as the other knows me from that match we had. But our paths have crossed, words have been spoken and our eyes have met. Oh I know that their words will ultimately go to the point where they beat me, then again who wouldn’t go to the most obvious fact in their own resume? The I beat you and you never could beat me childish behaviour. And then there’s the fact that they will tell me that they did it where I failed”
“Oh I know how Kain is, the still uttering words of how he dethroned me. How he is the King of Kings. He does not even know the meaning of the true kingdom of the one true King is all about. His ideals are created in his own mind, a created figure that never knew anything of being original. But hey, that’s what makes an ordinary giant a champion huh? As long as you belief in your own greatness…. you may get to point where you get… lucky”
Goth chuckles, he whispers the word lucky towards the camera once again.
“I know you would either laugh, get mad… take out your dictionary and explain the essence of the word lucky. Foam from the mouth and tell me that I am so fucking wrong huh Kain? Is that how you still work these days? Let your anger control your own actions? To the point where you just have a bar of soap like essence drip from your mouth. Have someone chain your arms and legs, before you would run out to the wilderness of uncontrollable urges? You see Kain, I’m going to say it like it is my friend. The fact that you are still walking on God’s green earth is… because I did not finish you off like I should have the first place. But hey, where would the fun be when I would just put you on fire after putting gasoline all over you and just watch you roast.”
“It’s been a while I had a good barbeque that’s for sure”
Goth chuckles once more, he takes off the hoodie as his face is now completely visible. His face is without his usual paint. His eyes are focused upon the camera with a cold look in his eyes.
“Will you kill me Kain? Are you going to finish the job that you started the first time that we entered a SCW ring? I know you want to, I know you want to send me into the hospital and end my career yadda yadda yadda. Oh man, it’s almost as if I just listen to a Kain promo from a few years ago, just copy and paste other names and VOILLA!!! There’s another Kain Promo. You see Kain, you are just a one dimensional character.”
“I said character Kain!!!”
Goth rolls his eyes, clearly knowing how Kain will react to his words.
“Character makes someone, it tells a woman whether you are interesting to say hi to or to try to flirt with you to hit the sack. Character makes a person special, not having to worry that you get bored by someone that likes to watch frogs mate on National Geographic. Do you got character Kain? Do you have something that makes it interesting for me not to just move on to the point of where I tell you that I will beat you? Because you know that it will ultimately end up that way Kain. You will try to put your might upon me. Power your way to an easy victory. Try to dominate me like Kermit the frog always has been dominated by a badly mannered dressed pig? I’m looking forward to hear the bullshit that comes from your mouth. Because you know that you cannot match wrestling skills with the likes of me. I’m going to wear you down to the point where you just try to grab for something to safe your life. You see Kain, this time it is you that needs to prove your worth. Now it’s you that has got all the pressure upon you to deliver once again. You are the one that has got everything to lose and nothing to gain. How does that feel Kain? That you realize now that being the tag team champion, that you have to look over your shoulder? To realize that you have to do whatever it is that you got to do to hold on to your tag team title? To not lose the trust of your tag team partner when you are the one that let your team down? While me? Oh I just get a tag team partner handed to me randomly and not care whether he can keep his jock strap up?”
“That’s the difference from last time Kain, you see if you had lost that match. You could just have looked away, turned your cheek and start a new tale. But now? Now you just have to prove to yourself that you are the better man. You will not be able to pin me down Kain. You never could and one victory over me does not prove that you are the better man. It just proves to me that you did not kill me when you had the chance. For someone that I took under my wing to become my champion, you sure as hell learned nothing from being a survivor. Another reason why I got so bored with you Kain…. Another reason why I just felt the need to rid you from your fantasy bubble that you were living in… something that I will do once again when my hand and that of my tag team partner is raised in victory this coming show. I just hope you got yourself enough medication to get yourself out of your future depression… but it will have a lasting impression upon you my friend… I pity you already…”
“And then we have Frost”
Goth’s eyes close as he remembers his first and only match he had with the other man that is carrying the tag team titles.
“I remember our match frost, unlike your predictable tag team partner. I do respect you my friend. Because unlike him, I know that you beat me because you were the better man. You see, when the reality is so clear… then I got no problem admitting the reality that is staring me in the eyes. But then again like life itself, there’s always new oppertunties to see whether you evolve in life itself. Whether you have learned from the last time and grasp the situation like a vice grip. Pulling the reality so close within these bare hands… where I can just sense the anguish and sense the thoughts that could run through your head when I just choke the living shit out of you. This is a different man than I was back then Frost… a man that looks at you and Kain and realise that it should have been me. A man that should have had a tag team partner that did not run away from his responsibilities. That I should have had a tag team partner that lived up to his own end of the bargain and wasn’t meant to be dropped like a sack of potatoes in the fashion that I did to him”.
“You see these eyes Frost, these are the eyes of a man that knows he has been granted another opportunity to undo the wrong. As it should have been me that would have faced Gabriel and Despayre with a partner of my own choosing to take away their gold. Instead of that, the SCW board of fucks gave the shot at a team that ran off scared with the tails between their legs. Oh sure, you two can put on a sad tail of how things didn’t go the way you two had planned. But a real owner would have put you at the bottom of the line and have you wait your turn…. But things didn’t go that way did it Frost?”
The base of Goth’s voice changes as he is slowly putting more anger in his words. Clearly feeling as if he was ignored by SCW.
“It’s my pleasure to walk into that ring, to stare you two in the eyes and let these words sink into your brains before I allow my words to change into action. Action of how I desire to take away that one thing in life that you think you deserve. Why do you deserve the tag team titles? Because at least you two can look into the mirror and tell yourself that you deserve to be the tag team champions? Some people deserve to be shot in the head, but do you hear the gunman tell his wife when he gets home that he got himself a big time bonus? Oh no, it would be too easy to hide behind excuses. Excuses that you two were hoping for a moment that you would face Gabriel and Despayre upon yourself. Knowing that any tag team combination consisting of me and any tag team partner would be deadly”.
“You think I’m lying? Ask your tag team partner Frost.. he seems to know everything about me that even horny groupies do not wish to know”.
His eyes are burning, he is getting into his zone as the words slowly start to roll off his tongue and into the camera. He takes his eyes off the camera for a few moments as he is watching at a rat slowly crawling across the foom.
“Filth, Flarm, Flarm, Filth. Just like Eddie Murphy said as he imitated Bill Cosbey. The man that resembled everything that an American Housefather should have been in the eighties. A man with how many kids? A wife that is very successful in her line of work, a husband that also is a doctor. A husband that raises his kids like the perfect father that he is? Obviously not a man that would use profanity towards someone else… I see two sides to this tag team that is clearly something that needs to be looked into more carefully. One is a giant that is born with rabies shot down his throat and the other is the masked crusader. Apparently it works as they both got something to prove to the other that they can change. The only that will change is the fact that me and my tag team partner are going to take home the tag team titles. Taking home the gold, taking home the fact that these titles should have been mine in the first place.”
“Something that you need to understand Frost and Kain, whenever I choose to take something away from another. I will not rest until I succeed, I will not rest until I get what I want. The fact that I have to take it away from you two instead of the Sins of seven little babies does not change a damn thing. Even though ending Despy and Gaby in a fashion that would only fit a true King like me, would have made it the ultimate sin of lust. You see, those two morons just act the lifestyle that I live in. Those two use a name that resembles devil sins, yet they get off stroking a teddy bear. While you? You just put one and one together and make two… how nice. What made you choose the name Blood Omen in the first place? Did Kain have his period when he was watching The Omen? Watching the kid called Damien torment his parents? Having the dog stare into the dark eyes of the little boy? The boy that watched his nanny dive off and hang herself? The movie where a decapitation happened? While the man that shot that scene drove somewhere in Belgium and watched his girlfriend got her head chopped off? Was that your way of to say that you wish to play the role of a Devil? Or was it the fact that a name could sound just as catchy as “Are you being Served?” Or the classical “Driving Miss Daisy?” No matter what the excuses and explanations are, the result remains the same. That the blood will indeed flow, but it won’t be mine.”
“But next time that you decide to choose to use words to name your intentions. Do know what they truly know… it’s just like the Prophecy, great movies. Great name, but only when used the right way. The Prophecy of the second coming… or the Prophecy of me kicking your asses all over the arena. The Omen, the Omen of something evil lurking around the corner before the Anti Christ emerges… as if you two would make something beyond a flea market worry of the coming of evil. The evil thoughts are right here, the evil intentions are here in these hands boys… The intentions of true evil never rests, it waits it’s moments to strike without any alarm. Without any moment of doubt and without any remorse. Blood only thickens when you take too much when your blood pressure rises when you are watching the Regis and Kathy Lee sex tape. Just like Eddie Murphy tried to convince the world when he imitated Bill Cosby, your explanation of your name means nothing more than Filth, Flarm, Flarm, Filth… Too bad that when you finally get to that part of explanation what it all means, I will be already walking around with the tag team titles that I should have earned in the first place… Just like everything that is good, evil has his moments where justice is served. When people get what they want and take it with both hands. Like I said boys…. You should have finished the job when you had to, because now it’s my time to shine… good luck champions, it is all you ever need….”
Goth’s eyes slowly close, he lets his hands wander off in his pocket. There he grabs another cigarette as he lights it and inhales deeply before blowing out the smoke.
“Trust me boys, after me and my tag team partner are through with. Then you will know why revenge is a dish best served cold… I just hope your stomachs can overcome the freezing intentions that the true King of Kings has got to offer… farewell, enjoy life while it can….”
With that the shot slowly fades to darkness.
