“Expectations, the only thing that matters in life. Expectations, everyone has them and each and every one of you wants to succeed in life… where others apparently fail miserably… what is that all about? I’ll tell you exactly what that’s all about…. But first?? A little round about in the park… will you join me??”
Sunday evening, the sun has gone down … a figure is walking down a lonely street. There he stands in front of a street corner. He looks at the stoplight, that is the only thing that stands in it’s way to cross the street. The figure, wearing an old rain coat that covers almost his entire body. A hat that is fully wet through the rain, clinging on to his head like it’s a sponge.
His eyes are fixated on the light that eventually changes colours, he walks to the other side where he comes face to face with a camera.
“Is this your idea to meet me here?”
The figure says in front of the camera, making you feel he is talking to the camera man when suddenly a hand emerges underneath and hands the figure a piece of paper.
The figure grabs it and reads it before it gets all wet, his eyes show an energetic glow as he has finished reading it.
“You got to be kidding me right? He once again ignores his destiny to come face to face withd destiny? Hiding behind his guilt and his acknowledging fears that I am growing day by day? He knows I’m stalking him, he knows now that he cannot hide behind luck. Oh no, It’s not the way that things should go….”
The camera turns around, trying to find out who the person is whom the figure is talking to. But we find nobody there, as if the second person has vanished into thin air.
“Don’t think I’m doing you any favours, I only want one thing and one thing only. I want to prove a point, isn’t that what everyone in this shithole wishes to do? I mean seriously, I come out here and demand something…. And what happens? The bitch hides like the coward that he is… how ungrateful people have become these days”
The camera turns around, still trying to find the person who the figure is talking to, but after a few movements he gets grabbed by the figure and pulled back.
“Don’t bother, your eyes only wishes to see what they want to see. Nothing is in reality what it truly is, only that what reality wishes to see. I demand a match with one man, one man for crying out loud. I have to send a gift, yet still the idiot wishes to please himself by satisfying his hunger for glory. Glory? He is trying to parade himself around the ring as if he is a greatness amongst kings… while truly he is only a coward that hides behind his partner. Is that how you grow some balls?”
“I’m so glad I dumped your ass years ago…”
The figure has put a fist around the piece of paper that was handed to him, his hand is slowly turning white as by the force he is holding it takes all the colour away from his skin.
“But I can wait for the right moment, the moment to stare into his eyes and he realises that there is no more stalling. No more moments to hide behind your duties as champion. To defend your belt with your partner and become a bitch to SCW rules… too bad that Mark and Christian have a soft spot for him… a soft spot that eventually needs for them to scratch behind their heads and wonder how to fill in the missing spot… the spot of their former King of Kings… or so to speak… my supposedly heir to my throne… how ironic…”
The figure takes off his hat and reveals to the world to be Goth, the famous wrestler that has landed in the SCW a while ago. His eyes are piercing through the camera as a hawk. Trying to find it’s path to the soul of that what he is searching….
“Until that moment comes Kain, I hope you are praying for some magic to take place you dumb fool.”
Witht hat he walks off, as the shot fades to darkness.
We cut back into the office of Christian Underwood, he is signing papers as suddenly Goth walks in.
Christian: What can I do for you?
Goth’s eyes are pierced into that of Underwood, clearly he is not amused.
Christian: Is it the fact that you are facing Rage? Instead of Kain?
The figure is quiet, still his eyes are fixated on one of the owners of the SCW. Underwood, who is very used to these situations isn’t faced by it at all.
Christian: Look Goth, I know you want Kain. But Kain isn’t booked this week. The reality is Goth, it’s Kain’s ball game. When he wants to face you, he will let you know. I…,
Suddenly Goth’s look changes, he shows a smile as he sits down and nods his head in agreement.
Goth: Look Underwood, I could care less who you put me in the ring with anyone in the SCW. I’m going to treat them like I’m inside that squared circle with Kain. It’s only amusing that a man that has held many defeats upon me when the stakes weren’t as high as they are right now is hiding behind a reason….
Christian: And what may that be?
Goth chuckles, he nods his head to his fellow owner of a different company as he understands that Underwood knows how to play this game well.
Goth: You see Underwood, the fact is that Kain has gotten two challenges a while ago. And what does he do? He ignores Synn, he hides behind tag team matches…
Christian: Where he beat you
Goth chuckles and nods
Goth: Touche, I don’t mind admitting the fact that this was for the fact of the matter that he defended his gold. He had the better night both nights. But when it comes down to the bragging rights, when it comes down to the point where he is put to the test. You see Underwood, I’m willing to put my entire legacy on the line for that line he does not deserve. Plus the realisation that when I put my back against the wall… then I just can’t lose.. I never lose, not only do I never lose… I always annihilate to the point where the others just wished for their mommies.
Christian: Are you trying to put me in a fear factor Goth?
He shakes his head no, clearly amused with the fact that he has to wait his turn to get his hands on Kain.
Goth: I just hope you know what you are putting your roster through until Kain cannot hide anymore… because that’s what he is doing.. he is sacrificing each and everyone of you until I get what I want… To be the only one that tells the world, that I’m the King… the King of Kings… just suffer on realisation Underwood… suffer…. On that…
Goth walks out off the office as he gets ready to go back to his hotel.
****** present day *******
Goth can be seen sitting in his hotel room, staring at the television screen watching some television show when he notices the camera.
“Right, I guess I just have to open up my mouth and speak out my thoughts on some guy that needs to prove some point. A point to the Sins, all of the sudden I get some guy that is irate over the fact what I have done to Despayre and his toy lover? What’s this all about, you left kindergarten and tried to put on a big man’s pants boy?”
Goth does not look impressed on the whole situation that he is facing Rage in an Extreme match.
“How does it feel Rage? How does it feel to be felt ignored? To be felt that you are letting people down? That you are letting yourself down the most? It must be eating you alive huh? It must come down to the point where you are thinking to yourself that you just can’t lose anymore. Because losing is no option, losing is out of the question… and why???”
Goth chuckles as he grabs a bottle of water and pours him some down his throat.
“You are expecting greatness out of yourself huh? The former champion, the former man that has dominated the wrestling world and now? Now you are just waiting for an opportunity to once again shine. Go figure young lad, you do not know the meaning of pressure until you get a sledgehammer shoved down your throat and being asked to give us 20 push ups. While I? I thrive under pressure, I enjoy pressure to the point where I deliver the best performances… and now? Now I just have to wait until a coward shows it’s ugly head… “
“But I understand your anger, I understand the fact that you are the only one that does suck… I understand the fact that you are letting other sinners down. Why? Because you as a member of the Sins are showing human setbacks, you are showing weaknesses of those who are worthy to be sinning. The false believes that they can overcome all the odds…the false believes that you are in the ranks of God’s. That you are the missing link that the Sins needed… and where is the greed that took you to become champion? It left you flattened and with wondering thoughts where it went wrong… didn’t it Rage??”
“It’s something that I’ve seen oh so many times Rage… countless hours have I watched people succumb in their own vomit of their own denials…the vomiting that starts inside their guts and feel it slowly go upwards their throats until it all comes out… understand this Rage… your thoughts of redeeming yourself does not mean a damn thing to me compared what I think of the Sins.. of you, of Kain.. of this entire world when it comes down to the Monarch of destruction…. Inside that ring..”
He grabs the bottle of water, takes another drink from it before putting the bottle down again. He wipes the water from his mouth as he enjoys the moment before talking again.
“You know something? That moment when I held that bear in my hands and watch Despayre suffer as he was tied up. When that moment came where I destroyed that bear.. it was that moment where I felt another surge of greatness running through my body. It is moments like these that you feel suffering, despair… and utter realisation of being helpless to do anything to stop someone else. Ever felt these moments Rage? Or are you just another example of a man that wishes to uphold the morals of the Sins? Oh no, I see a man that is troubled. A man that needs to fight the fights of his fellow members of Sins. Letting them know that he can be their bigger brother. To protect them from every danger that is lurking around… give me a freaking break Rage.. you are just working yourself up to a failed orgasm”
“I got a challenge in this federation, for something bigger than just a guy that likes to hurt someone inside a ring with an Extreme match. You want to go extreme? You claim that you are going to hurt me? Tell me son, have you ever done your math? Extreme rules.. means two things… you make me bleed and I will make you eat your own vomit and spit out the blood that pours out of your stinking body. You think that I’m a stranger to these matches? I eat Extreme for breakfast, I take a last man standing for lunch. And when I’m really hungry, I dish out a few nice Hell in a Cell matches on a BBQ and just roast another Elimination match. So before you even dare to bother me with your inner thoughts of redeem your pathetic excuses of losses. You should worry what a veteran who is hungry to take away a crown of someone that does not even deserve it in the first place.”
His eyes are burning as his attitude has changed to a serious look on his face.
“Extreme is where you enter that ring, accept every possible misstep that can be made by either you or your opponent. You accept the fact that you better enjoy it instead of worrying what could happen. You enter that ring and realise that you better fight inside that ring whether your life depends on it, because the way I am entering that ring is the fact that my life and career is on the line. Do I hear determination upon your skin fat words that mean shit to me? I don’t think so..”
“You want to put pride in the eyes of the Sins? You better start praying for God to take you home to a safe place. Because the King of Kings is here to put his wrath upon this world. To put the seven deadly sins upon each and everyone out there with the burning sword that is handled by every angel of death. I am going to put the words out there larger than anything else and you know why? Because you are not Kain… you are not the one that needs to be set to sentencing trials of imitating something that he never should have. I will allow you to live, I will allow you to breath until I snap. Until that moment comes that I see the letters of Kain emerge before my eyes… you will be safe Rage… but trust me, putting down someone from the Sins is not far ahead of me… Because lets face it, the taste of how it felt to harm that bear… I could do it to you big boy… I can wrap these hands around your stinking throat and just choke you out while smiling at you. Are you concerned of what you could experience inside that ring? I can… I can imagine the fact that you do not know the damndest thing of what you can expect. Go ahead, expect you not to fail the others… while you already know you have…”
Goth closes his eyes for a few moments before opening them again.
“These moments separate me from the sanity that keeps me together Rage… your name simplifies what I can do inside that ring when I do not have to worry about rules. Underwood has made me an offer I cannot refuse… trust the words of damnation that I am going to enter with the smile of a Satan… trust the words that you cannot trust.. feel the sanity of insanity and the end of it all is silence… I will walk alone once again until I get my hands of the crown that is once again mine… “
“Kain…. I urge you to watch, I urge you to follow everything that I will do to Rage… because even though I’m going to enjoy it as much I can do… you are the target that needs to be bathed in your own blood as I will Baptist you in the name of your King… th King of Kings…. “
With that Goth walks off as the shot fades to darkness.
