It was a night like none others, none of the stars were visible. Yet the sky is clear, no clouds were visible. Something is brewing in the darkness as we do not know what it is.
*Suddenly*
A scream, from out of nowhere there is a girl running towards us, her dress is ripped apart and blood can be seen pouring from her mouth. She has a black eye, clear signs of a struggle that has happened earlier. She constantly turns her head around, to see if the thing that she is running from is following her. But nothing….,
Suddenly she trips, falls hard on the ground and crashes hard with her face in the mud. Slowly she tries to get to her feet, but she’s struggling as her strength has fled her.
Voice: “Fee… Fo…. Firl… I smell the blood of a virgin girl….”
Her face turns around, in complete horror. Causing her to jump up and run away, forgetting the pain, forgetting the blood and the mud that has mingled with her face and body. The heart is pounding like a mad man, almost pounding in her throat. Her fear has completely taken over from her, wondering what it was that happened to her.
*Flashback, earlier the night*
We see the girl come out of the club, wearing a white dress. She has a sweater in her arm as she puts it on to keep herself warm from the cold. She walks over to her car that is parked around the corner.
Or so she thought
Female: “What the??”
Clearly she is annoyed with the scene that has transpired for her. She sees her car, but without her wheels. Apparently someone took them off and let the car rest on boxes, making it impossible for her to substitute them and drive off.
Female: “You got to be kidding me? Who in the fucking right mind would do such a pathetic joke??”
She is searching for her cell phone, to see if she can call someone to pick her up. When suddenly.
Voice: “Looking for something my pretty?”
She turns, completely in shock. Never expecting not to be alone. She drops the cell phone on the ground that she found a few moments earlier in complete shock. She stares into the darkness, seeking for the person that spoke to her.
Voice: “Look closer, who knows you may just see a hint of what is ahead of you”
Again she turns around, not aware of what is going on.
Female: “Who is there? Show yourself!!!”
Suddenly she feels a punch in the ribs from behind, causing her to drop to her knees immediately. She feels the pain go through her body when someone grabs the sweater and rips it off her body. She feels a hand slap her across the face, sending her to the ground.
*The present*
She feels the pain; she tries to ignore it as she keeps running. Tears are flowing from her eyes, the tears burn on the blue eye that she has. Sore from the blow that she suffered just inches underneath her eye. She turns her head backwards as she hears some laughter, worried if it was her attacker once again.
Voice: “You can run, but you can never hide. Because I will be able to find you and strip your hide”
It is followed by a sinister laughter; she loses control over herself and stumbles once again. She tries to gain her balance, but ultimately she hits a tree and loses conscience. After a few moments a figure bents over her and runs his fingers over her face, smiling as he whispers once more.
Voice: “I told you I would get you… people never listen do they??”
*Flashback*
We see the figure slapping across the face of the girl, showing no sign of concern for the girl as she is crying. He finally stops as he grabs her by the face and bends down to stare her in the eyes.
Voice: “How does it feel?”
The girl tries to break free from his grip, but is unable to do so.
Female: WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!!??”
He chuckles as he drops her face and bends down, smelling her perfume as he comes closer to her. Their eyes meet as hers are wide open, looking at him with fear on her face.
Voice: “Good question, what is it that I want? You know what I just don’t get? Is how people can just trust on the wellbeing of the world, that their safety is never in question? They never expect themselves to be in harms way, how does it feel to realize that this situation has turned an ugly eye??”
He sniffs at her, smelling her perfume and her sweat that is mixing well together. He licks her neck as she pushes her head away from him, or at least attempts to do so.
Voice: “Good, struggle on for me. Make it even more exciting for me to watch you succumb to me. It’s moments like these that I wish that life in itself has come to a conclusion, a conclusion that would ultimately break you down. And all I have to do is sit here and watch…”
His tongue once again comes in contact with her flesh, she gasps in as she never expected this from the figure. She realises that she is in his control as she starts to cry.
Voice: “Tears are songs of joy to my ears… I hunt you down and you accept defeat like that. It’s pitiful to witness how the lack of your own defences crumbles right before my own eyes. I should just let you dwell in your own sorrow pretty girl. I should just allow you to crumble before my own two feet, in the hope of something brave to occur. A sad thought that would never accomplish into something worth the wait, now wouldn’t it pretty??”
He gets up, walks away as he walks over to a table. On the table there is a bottle of Whiskey, he grabs the bottle and pours himself a glass. He takes a drink from the glass before placing it on the table and speaks.
Voice: “I give you a head start, who knows you may just end up with an escape. Life in many ways is just like a thriller isn’t it? A moment where there is no worries in your life, everything looks like a miracle. Then there is that moment where your life is on a….”
He turns around; he sees her stumbling away as he grins. He puts the glass to his mouth and finishes the drink before finishing his sentence.
Voice: “Where your life is on that crossroad, facing your darkest fears head on in the hopes of true survival. Or just run away from it and see where it ends up with…, I know what you choose to do my pretty. And that? That is just what I was looking for”.
He faces the camera with a sickening smile.
*Present day*
We witness Goth getting out of his limo as he enters The Palacio Duhau - Park Hyatt Buenos Aires. He checks in and walks over to his hotel room, the Presidential suite that is specially booked for him. He drops his suitcase on the bed and walks over to the balcony and opens the doors to the balcony, there he overlooks the scenery before him as he raises his shoulders and turns around.
Goth: “Some dump that they booked for me, I wonder what it is that they try to want to tell me with this. That I should be thankful? I mean, come on. I could have done better with the mere idea of booking my own trip, visiting the best whorehouse that they possess. At least I would be treated like a king, this? This is merely a room that is filled with extras; extra’s that the world would never buy. What a joke”
He drops his jacket on the chair next to the table; he grabs a bottle of Argentina wine. He chuckles as he puts the bottle back on the table and reads the letter that is placed next to it.
Goth: “Goth, we went out and booked you the best hotel. We want you to be prepared for the big match for the World Television Championship belt against “The Spectre”. We hope you will enjoy…. Blah blah blah blah”
Goth throws away the letter as he is halfway a sentence. He grabs the bottle once more and opens it and pours it down his throat, he wipes his mouth with his sleeve as he places the bottle back on the table.
Goth: “Hmm that sure hit the spot, I guess SCW believes that with flattery and with gifts that I would do my extra best for them. Don’t they know that when I do something, I do it for me?? I wonder if they knew what they got themselves into when they signed the contract for this match. I only wanted Kain, that’s it. Do they assume that with the deal I made, that I would do whatever they please? Hell no.”
He looks around; he sees a huge flat screen TV, a bar that contains every known alcoholic beverage known to man. A Jacuzzi in the bathroom, a big time balcony that has a special made BBQ and a pool as well. Some of the bonuses that is granted for the man in his stay in Argentina.
Goth: “I should just trash this place to make it more suitable for me. But this will do, I’ll just order one of those hot Latina’s to keep me company this whole entire stay. Until the moment comes that I and Spectre will face off inside that ring. One on one for another championship, one on one with someone that I have never faced before. One on one, isn’t that just the story of my life?”
His eyes show no concern; he unpacks his suitcase and drops himself on the bed. He makes a few calls and then watches the Television. Suddenly there is a knock on the door, Goth gets up to answer the door and opens it. We see SCW Head reporter Pussy Willow stand in front of he door asking if she could do an interview with Goth. Reluctantly he opens the door and lets her in as he drops back on the bed, watching the television.
Goth: “What do you want?”
Willow: “Goth, I got send over here to do an interview with you, it was in the letter that Mr. Underwood send you. Did you not get it?”
Goth: “Yeah, sort off. So why don’t we do this interview so I can get this over with”
Clearly annoyed and not interested to do an interesting interview while watching a cooking show on a local network. Willow waits for the camera man and the man who operates the microphone to set things up before giving a cue to do the interview.
Willow: “Welcome to Buenos Aires, Argentina. I’m Pussy Willow along with Goth, the number one contender for the World Television championship belt as he faces The Spectre. Goth, how do you feel about being here in wonderful Buenos Aires?”
Goth shrugs as he sees someone slicing a kumquat.
Willow: “Goth?”
Goth: “Yeah it’s nice; the one thing that let me down though was that I assumed that I wouldn’t be bothered by reporters. Guess I was wrong”.
Willow gives a polite smile while focussing on her next question.
Willow: “Goth, you are facing The Spectre, a man that you have never met before. How do you prepare yourself for a match like this?”
Goth: “Aren’t you going to be asking interesting questions?”
Willow: “Well aren’t these the typical questions what are interested for our fans to hear?”
Goth sighs; he closes his eyes and gives in.
Goth: “Fine, you want to know how I prepare myself for a match like this. I just get drunk ok? I get wasted in the first opportunity I get; I pick up some chick from the beach and screw her brains out. Then…”
Willow: “Uhm Goth? You do know that there are also kids watching right?”
Goth: “Oh fuck yes, I must have forgot the time difference. I’m sorry kids, I was planning to play hide and seek with one of the female locals around here. That better Willow?”
Willow attempts to ignore the last comment and follows it up with another question.
Willow: “What do you know about this man that you are facing Goth?”
Goth: Finally an interesting question Willow, what do I know about this man? Well clearly like you have mentioned before. We have never met in the ring, so it’s going to be our first time together. Perhaps I should ask him if we could go gentle at first, try to feel each other out. Get used to the physical pressure that we will put on each other, so that we get into that flow to put on a big time show”.
Willow: “What???”
Goth chuckles as he sees the disbelief on the face of the reporter.
Goth: “What I know about the Spectre? What I know of him is that he is a tough cookie, has done so many things already in his wrestling career. A big guy, lots of strength. Someone that likes to dictate a slow methodical pace. Nothing new to me, just like Kain last weekend who got saved by a crooked ref and an interfering angel. Making our match a no contest, something to this day I still cannot understand as it was a Falls count anywhere match for crying out loud. And the week before with Rage… so nothing new there huh?”
Willow: “Well if you put it that way, I guess you are right”
Goth: “I guess so, what’s your next question?”
Willow: “Aren’t you concerned with the amount of brutal matches you have gone through the past few weeks that it will be a tear upon your body? Aren’t you worried that it will drain you?”
Goth: “Excuse me? If it is too physical, then get out? Injuries happen, its part of the game. I could give a damn if I walk out with a lot of pain, it will go over when I retire and have a great legendary career. In the meantime I just go on, I love the fact that I get hurt and you know why?”
Willow:”I am sure that you are going to tell me right now aren’t you?”
Goth: “Damn right, because I’m going to do the same to my opponent. And it is up to me and my opponent to decide who gets on top eventually. I’m sure my brutal adversary can respect that don’t you think?”
Willow: “Well….,”
Goth: “Come to think of it, there is a bottle of wine over there and seeing I told you how I would prepare for that match earlier. I think I’m going to start with it right now. So why don’t you do me and the entire SCW universe a favour Willow. Why don’t you just get the hell out of here?”
Goth stares at her with a look of distain. Clearly annoyed over her questions and her being here in the first place. She finally signals for the crew to get out as she gets up as well.
Willow: “I got a contract that states that you owe me an interview next week Goth”.
Goth: “I can’t wait”.
Willow walks out of his hotel room as Goth continues to watch the program where someone is making Kumquat juice as the shot fades.
*The Match*
We come back where Goth can be seen preparing himself for a workout in the gym, he spots the camera as he ties his shoelaces. We see him wear a sleeveless shirt, causing his many tattoos to be shown to the world.
“So you are here to get some words from me for my opponent huh? The big confrontation between the champion and the challenger. Good for you, I guess I’ll just put the whole thing out there. Because that’s what I do, I’m going to be the one that puts everything on the line to get me some more gold. But then again, is it merely for the gold? Or is it also for the prestige. Nah, I’m just doing it to get laid”.
We see his patented smirk on his face; his eyes are glistering as well as he is looking forward to the confrontation with the World TV champion “The Spectre”
“I’m sorry kids; I know that usually people keep their mouths shut when it comes down to your innocent ears. But I’m now in Argentina, a land with lots of gorgeous ladies and sexual tension that makes people do crazy things. A nation that is going to be witnessing two men do whatever it takes to get the job done… two men that go into that ring and battle it out until one of them can’t go on anymore. But who will get the advantage over the other one??”
“Will it be the champion? The man with the championship advantage? Getting disqualified or counted out… but that’s not your game now is it Spectre? The man that just wants to go on and on and on… Just the way I want it… the way I love it… the way it should be…”
“Too bad for you that I’m just the same way Spectre”
He puts on his wrist bands and flexes his arms before turning his attention back to the camera.
“I know that talk is easy, I know that saying that I am the same way is too easy to say it… but I have learned this the hard way. Battling through the streets towards the jail through the rings of many organisations. Hardening my life, realizing that the only one that I can rely upon is myself. Learning to scrape myself from the floor and pulling myself up and once again stare into the eyes of my adversaries. Whoever they are, whatever they have done in their careers. Hell, even daring to spit in their faces for all I care. It’s moments like these that make me the man that I am today”
“A big man, a big strong man that is the champion. Don’t I just love to work against those men? Whether you are 6’9 or 7’5. They all have one thing in common, they are usually one dimensional. A strong fellow that loves to brutally massacre someone… where as I?? I just love to drain someone from whatever it is that they bring”
He pounds his hands and does some stretch exercises before turning back to the camera.
“The problem is Spectre, unlike you… I’m not one dimensional. Oh true, granted you will just either laugh at my accusations or just get mad. But am I wrong big fellow? Tell me how wrong I am to see a big man not perform high risk moves. Because your body is incapable of maintaining balance on those ropes, isn’t that a flaw in nature that you need to resort too much upon your strength and determination to get the job done? The way I see it, you only know a few submission holds. How ironic that you will be entering a man that can combine more than one element that makes this sport so great… am I cocky? Overconfident? Or a man that is only looking upon himself Spectre? Who knows, I may just be more like you than you ever will admit”.
A sinister smile emerges upon his face; we see the tattoos on his arms and chest, resembling his many wars that he has had in the many years that he has been wrestling.
“Every moment in life has its special memory that reminds you from where you have come from, to put you back in the realisation that you are not some God. Even though we sometimes walk the paths of God’s don’t we Spectre? Especially the moments that everything that you touch turn into gold, headlining show after show. Beating down all comers, just like that one time in 2007 where in the entire year I only lost five matches. Headlined six main events… wrestled eleven out of twelve PPV’s for a title… the year ending with me becoming the wrestler of the year… ending a legacy of a federation that eventually got build around my shoulders…. Carrying it because nobody else could. And yet, was I God? Hardly think so….”
“But then again, this is 2013… the past only matters to those who wish to maintain the digital era to the perfection. It does not show the ruthlessness that I went through to get back on top every time I stepped foot inside the squared circle. It never tells the tale that I stared into the soul of my opponent and did not stop until I got what I wanted… you know the tales don’t you fellow veteran of the squared circle??”
His eyes are slowly turning into those of a man that is determined to show another man who is the better of the two.
“I won’t tell the tales of what I have done in the past; many would assume that it is merely tales to impress the other. Trying to upstage the other with how awesome he has been in the past, no I prefer to tell the tale of the future. The future where two men have got the pens in their hands and write on a paper towards each other. Battling it out which lines will erase the other… to the point where the final story teller will be awarded with another price. A price to survive another day to battle for the following one.”
“Is that how you operate Spectre? Or is there more to this one dimensional character than meets the eye? I resort on everything that I got, the same could be told about you. But at least I know what it is that will be coming from you Spectre; the problem for you is that I can mix it up with every possible style that there is. Even inside the brain.”
He walks up towards the mirror and stares at his physique; we see his scars from past wars. Clearly he knows the price of what can be expected when you step foot in the ring with someone.
“Do I know what I can expect with you Spectre? Oh I will, I expect you to put your might upon me. I expect you to pound away on me, I expect you to attempt to put me down to my knees and beg you to stop. I expect you to break me down… The problem alone is Spectre; I expect to wear you out. I expect to put you in holds that you will feel the earth tremble under your feet. I expect to use my speed; I expect to wait for that one moment. That one moment that always comes, that one moment where I can drop you and whisper in your ear what will happen next. Just to comfort you for knowing that I’m a fair man, the problem alone is that whatever you do to stop it won’t be enough. Because in the long run Spectre, it will happen. That is what makes me so damn good, that makes me the man that is more you than you ever experienced from an opponent. The problem alone is Spectre, when you are down. I will make sure that you stay down”
Goth chuckles as he gets ready for his workout, but he turns around in the end to look into the camera for the final time.
“Just be prepared my friend, it will be over before you know it”.
With that the shot fades to darkness, ending the promo.
