There is a bottle of whiskey on the table, empty for three quarters as empty bottles are surrounding the table. A face is resting on te table as a hand holds on to the bottle, the face reveals it to be the SCW Roulette champion Goth.
Goth: This…. Ishhh some good shitttt
He laughs uncontrollably as he almost falls from his chair, but manages to hold on at the final moment.
Goth: Isn…. Isn…. Come on now, isn’t this funny??? Nobody can beat me, yet… I cannot…. Keep on my chair.
He lets out a burp from the alcohol and laughs out loud, annoying the other people in the bar that he is sitting in. He looks at them, trying to get to his feet as he attempts to get into a fighting position
Goth: Y…y….you dsjont… w…w…want any part of shjis….
Some guys shake their heads as they turn around and continue to talk and enjoy their drinks. Goth swings a few punches in the air before dropping on his seat and finishes his bottle of whiskey before resting against the back of the chair.
Goth: That taught them.. I’m she freaking Rou…. Rou… Roulette champion for crying out loud.
His eyes close for a few seconds before hearing a familiar voice.
Fang: Goth, it’s time bro.
Goth: N….n….no…, it’s just 11 o’clock… I … w… w…want another drink.
His brother sighs as he grabs Goth by the arms and slowly lifts him up to his wobbly feet.
Fang: You were snoring here for three hours Gerrit, it’s already 5 am…. The bar let you sleep here because you are famous and didn’t wanted you to get robbed.
Goth: S… sjo what?? I’m f… fil…. Filthy rich….
Fang rolls his eyes as he smells the alcohol in the breath of his brother.
Fang: You are filthy for sure, come on now. Put that arm around my neck and let’s get moving. You need some sleep that’s for sure.
The two struggle to get out of the bar, halfway the bar Got manages to lean into is broter as his legs give way.
Goth: I need to tell you something man, I love you man.
Fang: I love you to bro, now….,
Got: N…no man, not that way. Come on Jonathan. Let’s n….not be macho for once man. You have dome sjo many sjings for me man. Wishout you, I’d….
Goth suddenly turns his head away and throws up on a clean table, Fang looks at it and eyes the bar tender as he sighs and throws a hundred dollar bill.
Fang: I think that will cover what he owes you???
The bartender nods as he thanks Fang for the tip as Fang tries to take his brother back to the hotel as his car is waiting outside. He puts Goth down on the backseat with a blanket already on top of it in case as he throws up once again.
Fang: Why don’t you be an adult for once and behave like it Gerrit??? You are getting too old for this.
Goth: I love you man…., I love you man….
Fang shakes his head as he takes a seat behind the wheel. He drives off to the hotel as the man that is Roulette champion falls asleep, snoaring out loud.
Fang: Jeez, I’m sure as hell glad that I’m not Sapphira when he goes to bed.
The next morning:
Got can be seen getting up from bed, holding his head. Clearly suffering a major hangover as tries to cover his eyes from the sunlight that is shining from the balcony into his hotel room.
Goth: What the??? What time is it!!!
Sapphira: 2 PM sleepyhead, you shouldn’t go out and get home so late next time Roulette champion.
Giggling she walks up to her husband as she gently kisses his shoulder and hands him a pair of sunglasses and gives him some coffee.
Sappira: Here put these on, drink this and try to sober up for once big boy. By the way, if I were you I wouldn’t drink this too slow. Because in an hour or so, you are going to have an interview with Pussy Willow for your up and coming match this week.
Goth: Match?? What match?? Oh fuck my head….,
She kisses his forehead, giggling as she walks off. Leaving her husband trying to wake up. He drinks his coffee before attempting to get out of bed and slowly walks towards the shower, where his wife already had turned on a hot shower. Standing there as he enjoys the heat from the shower and the wetness of the water. Feeling better as his pounding headache slowly starts to subside a little bit as e stands there for 30 minutes or so before getting out and clean up.
Thirty minutes later Goth can be seen with Pussy Willow as she prepares for an interview. Goth looks like he just got out of the shower and barely had time to get dressed. Which is the case really, his hair is a mess as well as his shirt is half open and his goatee is a mess.
Willow: Thank you for your time right now to talk to me Goth.
Goth: Your welcome Willow.
He signals for a waiter to bring him something to eat as he is clearly not interested to do any interview with Willow.
Willow: Goth: last week you came out with a statement, stating that…,
Goth cuts her off, clearly annoyed as he signals her to come closer
Willow: (whisper) What???
Goth: Look, I was there at that given moment that I made a statement that I am truly the most dominant champion. So if you want to ask about that, then make it quick.
Her face shows a puzzled look before getting annoyed.
Willow: I was looking forward to asking what made you push your quest for breaking the record of the longest reigning Roulette champion above a third reign as world champion??
His eyes roll over as he leans back in his chair, looking around if he sees the waiter but turns back towards Willow to answer her question.
Goth: Isn’t that obvious??? You see, I put a wrestling clinic every time I step foot inside the six sided ring. I demand attention and I get it, I am the guy that wants to put the hopes and dreams of every comer to misery before I relinquish my title to the only thing that is more important than this title.
Willow: The world title??
Goth: Bingo Willow, you see I want to put this title on notice as being the one title that everyone has tried to capture and yet everyone failed in the progress. To make every other champion that will go after this belt after I vacate it and make him the possible second best ever champion after me. Because after me, there is a long space of nothing before someone could ever come close to me.
Willow: Like Travis Nathaniel Andrews???
Goth at that moment got a cup of soup from the waiter as he bursts out in laughter.
Goth: Why would you even suggest him??
Willow: Uhm, because he is your next opponent for this week’s Climax Control??
Goth looks at her amazed after hearing the news that he will be defending the title against the man that he has faced at Summer XXXtreme super card.
Goth: Wow, is the SCW desperate to find me a suitable opponent?? Or has the so called top stars all bailed out in challenging me for any type of Roulette rules match to win my belt?? I mean seriously, did this punk ass kid do anything to earn this opportunity??? Or was he the only one that answered my open challenge that I have laid out ever since I gained this title back in July??? Yup, four months ago Willow. Count them, four.
Willow nods her head as she hears what the champ has to say.
Willow: Quite the feat you have managed to achieve as the champion Goth, clearly the talk of the town when it comes whether people believe you can beat the record of five months and one day.
Goth: People can talk all they want, I could care less. I take pride to defend this title against every challenger, I just expected wrestlers that mattered as of late. I expected names that I have yet to face in a long time. Hell, I expected names like Wyatt Peterson to do something about the pure bullshit that he has been talking about me as of late.
Willow: Wyatt?? Like what???
Goth: The guy thinks he can beat me, you can think bs all you want. But until you manage to do something right now that matters then….,
Willow: He has beaten you in the past Goth.
Goth: Like I said Willow, manage to do something right now that matters. Beating some half ass clown last week does not really count in my book. Everyone could have beaten some half ass punk like his opponent last week. I’m talking about quality wrestlers like yours truly and Raab for crying out loud. This country boy needs to have his diaper changed if he ever thinks he has a shot at me right now. Now let me start on my soup before it gets cold.
She looks on at him as he starts to eat his soup, after a while she manages to ask him a question once more.
Willow: About Travis.
Goth sighs as he puts down his spoon and looks up.
Goth: What about him???
Willow: Well, like you have said before. You two have met before for the title. Yet you have not been able to eliminate him in that match.
Goth sighs as he stares her in the eyes before shaking his head no.
Goth: I did not, he got eliminated in the most embarrassing way. Hell, the kid has had several opportunities to win this Roulette title, he has had the opportunity to win the Internet championship and yet he fails every single time that he steps foot in the ring. You see, he will use the fact that I never beat him, that I never pinned him or made him submit. I grant him that, but I outsurvived his presence that was dearly noted as non-relevant. Something that he used to describe me, that I was old news and a washed up wrestler. He is a kid that likes to poke you in your side in the hope that his toy blade caused some internal injuries that he could take advantage off. And yet has he???
Willow: Well…., no. but….,
Goth: Thank you!! But I know what you wanted to ask me, if I think he ever will get the moment that he will get his hands on his first ever championship belt?? And of course he will, he will be just like every other wrestler out there that will eventually win this title in a Post Goth Roulette championship era.
Willow: Post…. What???
Goth ignores the reaction from Willow:
Goth: An era where I restored this much credibility that every other champion that would come after me after I vacate this championship belt will be immediately recognized with that what I have succeeded. To be recognized to attempt to step out of the shadow of the Greatest Roulette champion ever lived. Hell, I may even consider to start a petition to rename the championship belt.
Willow: Rename it?? To the Violent championship??
Goth: No Willow, I am not going to take credit for something that Raab created, only he can call a title like the Roulette championship belt the violent title. You see, it should be the Post Goth championship belt.
Willow: Your joking right??
Goth chuckles as he shakes his head.
Goth: I’m everything that a champion should be, people should attempt to take the reign of myself as a measuring standard to try to live up to everything that I have done so far. Or else you do not deserve this championship PERIOD!!! And after when I’m done, I will be ready for the next step in my quest.
Willow: The world title???
Goth grins and nods his head.
Goth: Everything that I ever wanted is to be the very best in this company once more. To prove to the world that I am exactly that what this company needs, something that needs to be done Willow. I cannot let my championship reign as Roulette champion end up meaningless when I do not succeed to take that title away from anyone that is the champion at that given moment.
Willow: Are you starting to make these claims since your partner Raab feels that you shouldn’t demand or ask for title shots but earn it??
Goth: Oh I know exactly what Raab meant and I agree. You need to deserve a shot at a title and not ask or beg for it. Everything that I have done so far to be the Roulette champion is to one day earn the right as World champion. Or are there any other points that I need to prove my case for anyone out there to deserve that shot??
Willow: No…, but…,
Goth: Exactly, I do not ask for anything… I build everything up to deserve it. Just like I give Travis a chance to prove me wrong. Just like Wyatt Peterson believes he has a chance to fight me. I am showing that if he wants something, he needs to prove his worth and do more than just talking.
Willow: I do have one more question, do you think that the Monstimals will make a huge impact as all three members will be competing this Sunday???
Goth grins as he gets up.
Goth: All I got to say is that the tag team champions and everyone else out there… you need to watch out with the two monsters named Lord Raab and Samuel McPherson. Because this week will be the beginning of the end for everyone else out there.
With that Goth gets up and walks off.
Promo
Goth: You see this belt???
A shot opens up with the Roulette championship belt shining in the bright lights that shine upon it with Goth sitting in a corner.
Goth: The Roulette championship belt, the one belt after the world title that is the most important singles championship in this company. The one championship that besides his worth has triggered another reason for wrestlers to obtain it. To be the one that ended the undefeated streak of the current champion and being the one that ended my quest of becoming the longest reigning Roulette champion in SCW history. Because who wouldn’t wanted to be the one that can brag all down to the end of time to state that he stopped my quest for greatness??
His face shows a grin, realizing that he has made a valid point.
Goth: To be the one to tell all the others that he did something that they could not do. And yet, who is it going to be the one that has done that nobody has done so far??? Is it you??? Or is it the next guy that steps in the ring with me??? All I can say is that you need to show your worth when I tell you that you are ready to do so.
He pushes his head against the wall behind him, closing his eyes as his grin remains on his face.
Goth: Summer XXXtreme I outlasted five other men, five other men that were gunning for my championship and all wanted to prove that their thirst were much more than mine. Outlating them all and beating them all as well in singles competition… all except for one… one that has finally managed to dare to put his name into the hat of names that are disappearing before my eyes like vanishing snow in the summer sun. Travis Nathaniel Andrews.
He repeats the name as he whsipers it in the thin air
Goth: Travis is quite a story to be told to be honest. Someone that dares to go an extra mile to attempt to get under your skin. Attempting to take away a glorious moment by making an impact and making it his very own, something that I would call egotistical. Of course in the hopes that it would make your chance of winning something once you get under the skin of someone else is a well known tactic that only the best can pull off against those who are weak of mind and even weaker in body.
Goth: Only to realize that so far my mind and body has grown with every single step, with every single breath I evolve into something that people never thought was possible. And all the names of that show have perished… all you need to do is succumb to my might Travis and realize that your weak attempts only energized me to become even better. So I guess I should thank you for that huh Mr. TNA???
He grins as he rubs his chin with his hand and brushing his fingers through his goatee.
Goth: Are you going to resort to the same old lame tactics Travis?? To be predictable to the final moment?? I have always been taught to stick with that what you know best, but I wonder what that means to you?? To rely upon the fact that your ability to fail in buying the best hotels are only as good as you hiring the wrong people?? Or is it the fact that your mind is too complicated to understand where you go wrong when it comes down to meddling affairs with the ultimate greats. Because doesn’t it bother you that you have yet to obtain anything substantial like that championship belt?
Goth points at the championship belt that has his name written all over it in gold leters.
Goth: Look at that championship Travis, look at it like the one time that you did when you whacked me with it. Didn’t it made you feel like a million bucks?? As if you were on top of the mountain and all you had to do is to reach out and grab that what already was yours. You felt it didn’t you?? You felt that surge of confidence that ran through your body that you felt that once you would obtain the mountain of the Roulette champion, that you would be able to overcome everything else in your way. Just like Ben Jordan huh?? Or the fact that you believed that the Internet championship belt was yours to grab just like mine?? So what happened Travis?? What went wrong with the man that is such a great force everywhere else you went?? Did you get overconfident? Or were you too stupid to realize that you never stepped foot with a wrestling machine like yours truly??
But let’s just assume it’s the first… it is possible for a great wrestler like you that overconfidence would put you on a side track… I mean it has happened to them all, so why not you huh???
He grins shaking his head in disbelief as he continues to talk.
Goth: You see Travis, when gold is shining you in the eyes, you get blinded. You get side tracked and all you can think about is that you got to have it huh?? Because that’s why were are here right?? And what was more important to you?? That championship belt?? Or the fact that you wanted to show Ben Jordan a piece or two of your mind and be on top of the world?? You see Travis, no matter what it is… you need to focus on the one thing that can stand you in the way of obtaining it all. The champion of that one belt that you wanted to take away for oh so long??? Because unlike you, I only focus on that what I need to focus upon. The mind set of one is beyond that of the other. I see you and I already have the one thing planned that I will do next to you before you even know what will hit you. To blindside you with everything that will distract you long enough to drop the boom upon you and score the victory that is already mine. Mine Travis, the one thing that seperates you from taking away my championship belt. Victories, to win a match and take away what is deservingly mine. Does four months of unbeaten reality make you question your notion whether I am relevant or not???
Goth: Because let’s face it Travis, where is your value when it comes down to this federation?? Where is your valuable essence of realizing a life long dream of achieving something that matters here in Sin City Wrestling?? Because the way I see it, is the fact that you need to beat me. You need to do something that matters in this industry to be even considered a liability. Because the way things are going, the world does not evolve around your lies, it evolves around the will and desire to be the very best that is Goth.
He slowly gets to his feet as he walks over to his championship belt and grabs it, he puts it over his shoulder as he looks at it and gloats.
Goth: I don’t care whether it will be a match where I will have to make you submit, I don’t care whether it will be a last man standing, a standard match, a hell in a cell match. I don’t care and you know why Travis?? Because I don’t care what I have to do, this championship belt will come home to me. I don’t have time to play around with hotels and incapable idiots that distract me. I don’t have to time to fool around and not interesting to be able to multitask when it comes down to more than one match a time. You see Travis, when want to be in the same situation like yours truly, you need to clean up your act and be the very best that you can be!!! Unfortunately for you, it will never be enough because I will for always be the better of the two. Because I have this and you don’t.
Goth points at the championship belt to put more emphasis upon that what he has said to his opponent for this Sunday’s Climax Control.
Goth: I intend to wear you down Travis, I intend to wrestle you to a match that you have never experienced before in your entire life. I will make you realize that flirting with a returning Ben Jordan is something that is your limits and that I am beyond that what you can only dream about. Look at –a Steve Ramone, Connor Murphy, both members of the Samurai Pizza cats, even Lord Raab, even one half of the current SCW champions. What do you see what they got in common with you Travis?? They all believed that they had what it took to beat me, they all believed that they had that one special gift in life that would cause them to beat me. And besides the two single losses I suffered in Climax Control since mid April… has there been anyone including you that managed to stop me. Nobody has managed to outwrestle me, out endure me and out survive me. Because when I look at this championship belt, I see the fact that I have to out perform my last match I was in. Yes Travis, I do not only have to outperform my opponent for that given match I also need to improve on every match that I was in prior. That makes me the champion that I am today, that makes me the threat to everyone out there that wants to knock me off. I suggest you to outperform yourself in a way that you have never done before, because understand this Travis. It’s not just the fact that you need to wrestle for this championship belt, you need to wrestle to survive. Wrestle to prove to yourself that you matter, that you are worth the time for me to wake up and put on my wrestling tights and wrestling boots. Because I intend to break you, I intend to prove to you why I am the most dominant champion in the history of the SCW and that you are not worth my time.
Goth: Good luck to prove me wrong Travis, good luck to show me why you think you deserve this. Good luck in to get up the day after our match in the hopes that you can still muster up a fight to anyone out there… in the hopes that you are still relevant… Because I don’t think so.
With that Goth walks away with the championship belt as the shot fades to darkness
