After the attack on the Monstimal’s
We can see the Monstimal’s locker room, where Lord Raab is beside himself as Henry and Samuel try to calm the World champion down. Goth on the other end of the locker room can be seen sitting in a corner with his wife in front of him. His eyes never leaving the movement of the World champion. He sees Raab grabbing a chair and blast it across the wall. Breaking it as he holds on to the top of the chair.
Henry: Calm down Raab, what they did will ultimately end up in their destruction at the next big show. Don’t let them get to you!!!
Raab is breathing heavily, clearly upset from the attack of Drake Green and te Guns for Hire. But most of all because of Drake holding his championship belt in the air.
Lord Raab: I want Drake!!!!
Goth rolls his eyes, clearly understanding the reaction from his stable mate. But sensing that Drake has gotten under the skin of the champ.
Goth: And then what?? Destroy him?? Have your rage become a burning desire to redeem wat he did to you???
Raab looks at Goth with burning desire, as if he wants to rip his head off.
Goth: Remember what we did to Drake???
Raab nods is head, having his sweat pour from his face and anger building inside of him.
Lord Raab: Yeah!! So what??
Goth: As you remember, he ran into the ring at the end of the show. Clearly not thinking right and having a deathwish upon himself to attack three monsters. If you go out there, with the same mind set. Then Drake Green will be our next SCW world heavyweight champion Raab.
Lord Raab grinds his teeth and closes his fists, but not saying a word. He doesn’t like what Goth is saying, but he knows that he is right.
Goth: Something that is always key to your success is that you keep your cool. That you are a monster that is cold and calculated. While unlike you, I live in rage. I live in destruction and pain inflicted upon my body, my mind and that upon the body and mind of my opponent. Something you need to grasp Raab, something that is either a part of you or isn’t.
Lord Raab: You got to be kidding me?? I’m vicious, I’m violent.. I’m…,
Goth rolls his eyes before cutting off the sentence from his stablemate with a finger in the air.
Goth: You are a monster?? Oh granted you are, a three months reign as the Violent champion. A feat that not many in this division can claim as well. Something that I am close to achieve in my current reign as champion and I intend to break all the records and all the doubts to be erased from the minds of those….
Lord Raab: Those???
Goth slowly closes his eyes, extending his arms towards his wife and slowly caressing her face. Feeling her soft skin as she is smiling towards him.
Goth: Those who claim that I do not deserve to be here. Those who have doubted my decision based upon a handicap. Those who proclaimed that I did not have the desire and the flame to inflict the damage that I once did. To watch people like Kain do things that they feel it’s impossible to ever repeat…. While they forget that it was ME!!!!!
Goth bumps his head into the concrete wall softly, slowly several times. We can see the grimace upon his face, clearly angered and disgusted about what he has said about what others thought.
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Lord Raab: I doubt that seeing what you have accomplished since returning would even dare to think that Goth.
His fingers run across the lips of his wife, slowly parting her lips as she feels him run his across the bottom lip before she softly bites it. Causing him to smile as he slowly opens his eyes and looks at her with undying love for her.
Goth: People never change overnight Raab, people never allow a momentum to cause them to wonder whether the world is flat or round. These people are waiting for that one moment, that one significant moment where a slip up would cause them to say I told you so. A told you so, how often has that ever crossed your mind when you saw me lose??
Raab looks at him as he is puzzled, trying to figure out when he has
Goth: I tell you, twice. Twice since returning to this organization, twice losing on a Climax Control showing in what?? Six months?? Maybe more?? And with those two losses, the impact upon the people telling me I told you so was far greater than the respect I’m getting these days. And you know why???
Henry: I think…,
Goth blasts a look of anger towards Henry for hearing him say these two words.
Goth: YOU THINK??? Where in the hell did I ask anyone what YOU THINK??? I ask Raab if he knew why??? Well I will tell you exactly why!!! Because people like to feed themselves upon a weakness. People like to pleasure themselves, either mentally or physical over the displeasure of another human being.. and the one thing that I’ve learned throughout my career. But most of all these last six months since I joined SCW, that it takes me pleasure to see people crumble over their judgment calls about ME!!! To wash away any last ounce of self pity about me!! Any ounce of disrespect growing into anger towards themselves!!! I loathe the world for their judging minds about those who do not fit in anymore. And this…..
Goth points at the SCW Roulette championship belt that is on the table next to that one of Lord Raab.
Goth: That tells me that I should have pity upon their stupidity, their false judgment and their incapable minds that makes me stronger than anyone out there. That makes me the monster and animal combined of this group. The snake that slithers through everything that they throw at me. Slowly taking his time and feels the time is right to strike and sink my venom into their fucked up brains and kill them.
Goth’s hands slowly close as he emphasises the final words that he was saying while staring at the World champion.
Lord Raab: But aren’t snakes cold and calculated??? You said you were the type of enjoying the mind set of violence???
Goth’s eyes burn with fire as he hears the response from Raab. Nodding his head as he agrees with him.
Goth: You are right, but then again…, a Rattlesnake, cornered and almost a certain death that awakes him. Causes him to always unleash that what is his killing instincts, to do that what needs to be done. To do as he would no longer care whether his final moments on this forsaken planet is either feeding upon a victim… or dying a cold death as he stared death in the eyes and realises he lost?? Because that is what violence does for me, I do not care… in the end I always walk out smiling, whether it is with a next victim or being victimized myself. Nothing will change my nature as nature made me for who I am…..
Henry starts to rub his head as he did not expected anything like this from Goth.
Henry: Gerrit, I want to remind you that we got a session coming up.
Goth: You can come up with anything you want, but I’m leaving for Santa Marta tomorrow. For I will have a victim waiting for my venomous fangs to sink into his flesh and rip him to threats.
Goth slowly gets up, staring into the eyes of the world champion as they understand each other. Goth grabs his belt and watches Raab and Samuel hug each other for a few moments.
Goth: Oh and Raab?? Me and Sapph have been talking, if you want us to be at your wedding…, then we will be there.
Raab and Samuel look at Goth and smile before Goth walks off.
Flight to Santa Marta
The airplane has gone into the air as the Roulette champion and his wife are sitting next to each other with Henry sitting opposed to them. Henry is trying to talk to Goth as he is into another session of trying to understand his rage. Trying to find a solution to the madness, if Goth wants that
Henry: Goth, you are on the verge of another title defence. Putting your winning streak on the line as you are merely three weeks away from the big supercard. Why risk it all this close for another big time show. Why??? Why risk it for a title match?? Let alone be on the card???
Goth rolls his eyes, looking at his wife who is listening to some music. He turns his attention back to Henry.
Goth: Why?? I tell you why.
Goth nods towards his wife as Henry doesn’t get it.
Henry: Your wife???
Goth: You see Henry, one moment several months ago. I let my guard down, I allowed my wife to be kidnapped, harassed and tortured by a mad man. Once the realisation settled in, that I need to be this way every single week. Made me realise that I want to be at the top of my game every single freaking week.
Herny: But, aren’t you worried for your own wellbeing?? Being Roulette champion, you have gone through so much physicality. I…,
Goth places a magazine in front of Henry, on the magazine there’s a picture from Goth. Underneath a title reads, maniac or mastermind???
Goth: You see this Henry?? People are wondering what my motives are, people are wondering whether I need to be locked up inside the looney bin or whether I’m a mastermind. This is why I need to get out there, week in and week out. This is why I need to drive my body to the outer limits of my existence.
Henry: But…,
Goth: For the reason that when I’m done, I’ll walk out of the ring satisfied. Knowing that I’ve taken down another name that I knew from the get go wouldn’t be a threat to me to begin with. The realisation of me walking into that ring, proving the mind set wrong of another human being is the most rewording thing that I could ever imagined myself to do. Because then I know that nothing and nobody can ever harm this woman the way that son of a bitch did.
His anger is transported through his entire body as his hands tightens up to fists as if he is ready to punch someone. A hand from his wife causes him to lose his trance and stare into her loving eyes, smiling towards her as he kisses her on the cheek.
Henry: Aren’t you worried that you will ultimately break down and become a danger to yourself and to her???
Goth’s eyes burn up with fire as he hears the words coming from the mouth of Henry.
Henry: I’m sorry, I realise I went too….,
Goth: Too far?? Don’t you think that this crosses my mind every single day??? Oh trust me it has, it makes me realize that I could become vulnerable when staring into the eyes of any given opponent that opposes me. Hell, even Connor Murphy could be the one that takes away everything.
Henry: You mean your championship??
Goth: To me it is not just the gold, I would be foolish to have me think that all that matters is my title and my winning streak. People are already wondering when, when will Goth be pinned?? When will there be a superstar that steps in the ring with the Gothic One to shut him up?? When?? WHEN??? WHEN!!!!!
His eyes are becoming more and more upset, fuelled with anger.
Goth: To me it is my life, walking out to that ring every single week, to me it is telling the world that they can f*** off and go back to live in their fantasy world. To enter a realm where everything is perfect and there’s no place for people like me.
Henry: Alternative people???
Goth sighs, clearly disappointed that Henry seems not to be getting the point that he is trying to make.
Goth: What was the point that Travis oh so desperately tried to make?? Oh yeah, that because of him that I am once again relevant. What has happened to his big mouth?? Gotten another championship shot and nothing! All too much occupied on his little love affair with Ben Jordan that he forgot his chance at mine and the Internet championship. Who is relevant now??? I put the relevance into this title, taking over what Raab was doing and make this championship worth to be acknowledged. Hell, you know why I’m doing this Henry???
Henry: I have a feeling you are about to tell me.
Goth: I looked at the record books, looked at those who have held the championship belt for several months. And then it hit me, that there is one name written at the top with a five month reign. I want to break that record, shatter it just like I want to shatter the hopes and dreams of anyone out there wanting to take away this belt from me. Being a champion that the world will recognize, being a champion that nobody could disagree with.
Henry: And how much is your hopes for having an impact upon the end of year awards???
Goth chuckles, he shakes his head yes.
Goth: Ah yes, the End of Years awards. The awards for recognition what you have done this past year. The acceptance of those who have done something magical, whether it is the match, the rookie, or even the best wrestler. In my mind I deserve all the awards that I’m nominated for, but so do each and every other wrestler out there. And quite frankly, putting my faith in the hands of the fans is the one thing that you can’t argue with and disagree. It’s their moment where they pick for the one person, feud, match etc etc that they cheered for the most. But even the fans cannot take away this championship belt, not even the fans can put me on the pressure point of no return. Because I’m the marked man and I enjoy every second of it. And that violent streak that I possess will put me over each and every one out there… just ask Shipman, hiding in fear. Ask Raab, ask each and every one out there that decided to put themselves between me and my belt.
Henry: Even Connor Murphy???
Goth’s eyes light up as he hears the name of the man that he will be facing once more.
Goth: Even the one that they call a nobody will not change my destiny of being the very best.
With that the shot fades for a commercial break.
Promo:
We cut to the hotel room of Goth, the night has fallen as Sapphira is in their bed sleeping. Goth is sitting at a table, playing with a lighter as a bottle of alcohol is next to him on te table.
Goth: Love Is A Burning Thing
And It Makes A Fiery Ring
Bound By Wild Desire
I Fell Into A Ring Of Fire
He grins, quoting the first few lines of the famous Ring of Fire song from the even more legendary Johnny Cash.
Goth: Sometimes you can take a few words and make it a reality, a reality for your own desires or the painful reality for another human being. Wouldn’t you agree Connor??
His eyes are following the movement of the flame that comes out of the lighter. The same lighter he used upon his opponent for this Sunday when they were the final two in the Roulette championship match.
Goth: You came so close, so close of obtaining that championship. And yet you let it slip through your fingers no matter how you will try to explain to the deafening ears of those who dare not to listen. Because like each and every one of us know that in these type of matches, you could expect anything and do anything to win. I guess I just wanted it that much more huh Connor??? Because let’s face it, it is because I’m not a nobody. Just like you.
He brings the lighter a little bit closer to his face, as he senses the heat radiating from it even more.
Goth: Oh I know that it wasn’t very nice of me to shower you with alcohol and then later on set you on fire. It must have hurt huh Connor?? But tell me Connor?? Did it hurt you more physical than it did emotional?? Because deep down inside your stinking gut, you were in disbelief of what I would have done to retain my belt.
Goth: And I know you must have looked back at that match, must have stopped that shot where you were looking at the face of the man that was enjoying your physical suffering.
His eyes trail from the flame towards the alcohol for a few moments, smiling sadistically as he remembers it oh so well.
Goth: Alcohol, the devil’s liquor. Because it allows people to be addicted to it, wanting to have it in their system all the time. To feel their happiness as their lives has already crumbled down before their very own eyes. And yet they see to ignore it because of their highs…. Wanting to have it all the time, wanting to be happy. Wanting to obtain a level of pleasure as it runs through their body. While in the meantime they suffer even more. And you suffered so much too didn’t you??? Realizing that even trying to be in the final two, you remain and always will be a nobody. Nothing more than someone that sometimes allows people to catch a glimpse of something special. But in the end, they fail to remember you huh Connor???
He closes his eyes, a sense of joy is coming over his face. He takes a sip from the alcohol (a bottle of wine) and savors the taste for a few moments before swallowing.
Goth: A nobody, coming from a long line of fighting Irishmen. Or should I say a long line of drunks huh Connor?? A nice crowd to be in with you are having a party. Singing, drinking. A nation that also is remembered from their folklore, their history as they hate the English. And yet, there is nothing in you that makes me tremble. Oh no Connor, I was expecting something much more at Summer XXXtreme than I received from you in the long run. A tough Irishman, with tough talk. Amusing himself over the displeasure of another human being. And yet I’m the cruel one???
Goth: Or is it more likely that you have come to terms with the reality that you are indeed a nobody??? Wanting to hold on to any grasp of emotional despair that once a nobody indeed succeeding what you haven’t gotten the chance to do in how many matches?? Because let’s face it huh Connor, what is an Irishman without hope?? Without that fighting spirit, that drive of positivity?? Nothing more than a mere drunk. Nothing more than a mere joke that will always be remembered as someone that you see on the bench sleeping with a worn down wet raincoat supporting him. Nothing more than a mere bum, something that when you come to terms with is not such a bad thing after all.
Goth places the lighter in front of him on the table after putting out the flame that he was so mesmerized with.
Goth: Just think about it, always a shelter to sleep in, free food, other fellow bums to make you realize that you are not alone and yet you remain a nobody. A nobody that society does not wish to associate with, a nobody that has wasted it’s entire life for what??? Tell me Connor, doesn’t that make you want to reconsider your life and wonder what if???
Goth: Now I can make fun of you all night long,k but the point of it all is simple Connor. I took you to limits that I thought was only made for one man and one man only. Chris Shipman, but I realized that I could take that viciousness to levels to even take down those who are pure of heart, those who a cowards in hiding and those who just like to have fun. Something that I’ve always wanted to achieve but never thought was possible.
Goth: Tell me, what went through your mind???
He chuckles as he closes his mouth for a few moments, as if he is waiting for an answer from Connor Murphy, as if he is in the room with him and sharing a nice and civilized conversation.
Goth: People often ask themselves what goes through the mind of someone when they cannot don’t know the reason why?? Why did he kill someone?? Why did he hit that boy?? Why did I put you on fire and laugh as I watched you fall down into the water?? You see Connor, deep down inside my mind…. I could care less whether you hit the water or did not. I could have cared less whether you were the final one that was fighting with me or it was Travis. Because all I wanted to do is take away my championship belt and make you all suffer for it. Watch your stamina fail you, while I could catch on with you with ease was a sign that I could have had some fun. Fun Connor, nothing more than fun while being in one of the most grueling match that this industry as ever seen. What does that tell you?? That I’m a psychotic?? Maybe, that I’m having a twisted sense of humor?? Oh hell yeah! But the mostly it was the fact that at that very moment… I knew that I did not had to take you seriously anymore.
Goth: Must be tough on you huh??
His eyes are looking upwards towards the camera for the very first time as his look has switched to a serious one.
Kain can call himself the very first Grand Slam champion, but he is nothing more than a mere rip off of my success. Being the very first to have won all the gold that were around at that very moment. Call it Triple Crown or Grand Slam. It’s a given name that does not change the fact that I’ve done it all and want to do it all over again. I’m at the very top of the food chain Connor, even though I may not hold the very top championship belt, I still stalk everyone out there that is my prey. I’ve got a hunger that is needed to be clenched with title matches, with people who are gunning to break my winning streak. I have a dream, a very violent dream that in the end I will be the one left standing. While wrestlers like you, yes you Connor are trying to pull themselves up in the hopes of a mistake. Mistakes do not come very easily Connor, as I am ready for everything that will be thrown at me this coming Sunday. Why?? Because saying these words is much easier than actually doing it. But the fact that I’m going into every single match as the one that I MUST win, going into the match with the mindset that I will come closer to greatness with every single victory that I achieve in life. And mostly, with every victory I gain I separate myself even further from people like you.
Goth: I know that deep down inside your stinking mind, it will not make sense to you. No wonder Mr. Nobody, how could you understand someone that is going throug something that you cannot comprehend?? That you cannot relate to?? That you have nothing that would ever come close in comparison??? You think your violence will soothe you?? That it will bring you something that others cannot bring to the dance. But that’s the point, you only THINK while I KNOW for sure.
He closes his fingers and turn his hands into fists as his anger is taking over is judgmental cloud.
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
The words of the start of the classic Nine Inch Nails song Hurt leaves the mouth of Goth, as his eyes are burning with anger and viciousness.
Goth: Do you know pain is a part of me Connor?? I’ve moved on from the suffering that my personal life gave me. The fact that it made me want to stay alive to rip someone else’s head off made me realize that this side is what I need. I need to suffer, I need to be inflicted inside the ring to the point where I will look up and just lose it all. To have entered the realm where pain is more a sadism way of life…. Do you follow me Nobody??? Of course you don’t, you don’t understand the gift that I present to you all, the gift to take it all and leave me in a puddle of dirt… and yet, in the end I will inflict the biggest gift of them all. Your suffering, the same suffering that I have gone through with every single thing that has been taken away from me in my life. MY LIFE!!!!
His eyes look upwards towards the bedroom, as he sees his wife tossing and turning. Clearly she is having a bad nightmare. Causing him to sigh as he lowers his face. Causing his hair to fall before his eyes as his raw voice croaks.
Goth: My only drug is to hurt each and every one of you. To have that high, to have that moment of pleasure of being on top of the world for that one moment. Until that next moment comes. You have been put in front of me for me to move right through you for the next obstacle. Just like each and every other wrestler was. 8 straight wins Connor, undefeated for several months. A streak that is always meant to be broken…the question will be… will the Nobody finally do it??? Can he do something that would make him become somebody that people think you want to eventually become. Or are you satisfied for hiding your stinking face in the shadows of my greatness. Because I’m not buying it… you are a Nobody and that’s what you will ever be. No matter the match that we will be in, no matter the stipulations. No matter the opposition that I have to go through, no matter what. I will crush you, I will beat you and make you wish that I would have set you on fire one more time.
Goth: And then tell me Connor, was it all worth it??? To once again be destroyed by the better man?? You will know eventually that answer as I will once again laugh at your suffering…. That I am indeed the better man…. Live with it you stinking nobody… live with it….,
With that he slowly walks over towards the bed where his wife has slowly woken up. Looking at the man she loves so much as the door closes and the shot fades to darkness.
