Las Vegas, Nevada
We are in a small club, a strip club to be exact where Goth can be seen sitting and drinking some whiskey as some stripper is doing a dance for him, he has slipped a 100 dollar note on the dance floor without even looking up at her. To him all strippers look the same and none of them has gotten his interest while doing something special, but at least he is enjoying some moment of relaxation while having nobody bothering him for an autograph or some promotional work. He was happy that he had gotten back home in New York for a week and a half after the London Supercard, where he had lost his match. But he had already found a solution to forget his anger over the match, he had to admit that he loves a big time fight and boy did he ever had one.
Voice; If you slip me another 100 dollars then I will do a private dance sugar
Says the pretty blonde that is leaning forwards, he looks up and notices how her blue eyes looking at him. For a moment he is mesmerized by her, not because of her beauty that she possesses though.
Goth: Sapphy??
She lifts her right eyebrow for a few moments, but notices the whiskey and then chuckles and realizes that he is drunk and has mistaken her for someone else
Stripper: For the 100 bucks, I will be anyone you want sweetie.
In his mind he stares at the smiling face of his wife that had passed away several years ago, remembering how much he enjoyed those intimate moments that they had shared together in their hotel room. Roleplaying as well as other stuff that they enjoyed to keep their love life exciting. He quickly slips the 100 dollar note across the dance floor, remembering that this wasn’t anything new to him and his “wife” as they had done this in the past as well.
Goth: I have missed you so much love
A tear rolls down his cheek, his drunk state has clearly increased his emotional state of misery as he still has not had the moment to accept her death. To him she is still alive and this drunken state does not help his case to be proven otherwise as the stripper slowly crawls over towards him.
Stripper: I have missed you too sweetie, now tell your dear Sapphy what you want her to do for you.
She winks at him, for some reason she feels sorry for him. Yet on the other side she has seen this before, so this shouldn’t be anything different to her. But for some reason this man is different in comparison to all the other men she had to entertain in their drunk state, plus him being handsome is also a welcoming change for once.
Goth: I….,
He has troubles thinking, he sure has had so many drinks already that he is already talking slowly and difficult. This causes her to pout her lips as she slides to the edge of the dance floor. Placing her legs on either side o him while leaning her head backwards.
Stripper: Why don’t you take it slow sweetie, we have all night for you to decide.
His mind is racing as suddenly he has a memory flashback to eight years ago, when they were in New York. Spending the night in their bedroom while cuddling with each other after some love making. She has her head resting on his chest while caressing her fingers through some thin chest hairs that he always had enjoyed as she had done that to him so many times.
Sapphira: So what’s on your mind Gerrit?
He couldn’t help but smile, being together for over 20 years sure has made her an expert on telling when there was something that was bothering him. Causing it to be impossible to deny anything else as he sighs and stares at her beautiful eyes.
Goth: I feel a bit conflicted hun
She puts her face on his chest as she rests her arms underneath her chin and stares at him with her loving eyes, curious what he is talking about.
Sapphira: Conflicted?? About what??
He sighs, he looks over his shoulder to the nightstand where his newly won Internet championship belt is upon. He had won the one belt that he has yet not won in his by then grand slam career and then turns back towards his wife.
Goth: You know how much I love wrestling, you know that I am driven to compete for every possible opportunity that is in front of me and get the best out of myself.
He stops for a few moments and stares at his loving wife
Goth: I just…., I feel that my body is slowly decaying. I notice my eyes are getting worse, I know you want to start a family and I just….
He sighs
Goth: I just don’t feel it anymore sweetie, for the first time in my long career I just…, I just wished it was over and be a normal husband to the most loving wife… to support you in the things that you wish to do…,
She raises her eyebrow, she had not expected this to come from his mouth. At least not at this very moment, granted she had hoped and wished for this moment to come that she would settle down with him and share time together as a family.
Sapphira: Are you serious??
He grins, he knows that she had begged him to stop and start a family for years. But he also knew that she was very supportive in his own dreams and wanting to reach the ultimate goal in his life, to once again be the world heavyweight champion. But for some reason this time she actually believes his words, knowing that he had uttered these words before but when push came to shave refused to follow up on them. She knew how difficult this was for him to admit, knowing how much he loved the wrestling industry and how often she had pleaded with him to stop. Especially when his health became very obvious that he wasn’t going to last long in the ring anymore.
Sapphira: You sure??
Again, she had to ask. Once more she had to be sure, not wanting to be let down by his second guessing in the end and having to cry on her side of the bed before she would fall asleep. But this time she could tell in his eyes that he was serious.
Goth: (whisper) Yes….,
She kissed him softly on his lips as her hand caresses his chin, preventing him from turning his face away from her. Not wanting him to feel embarrassed or that he would look weak to her. She knew that he loved her, she knew that it was a big step for him to admit that he had to stop. Feeling proud of him as she kissed him once more.
Goth: Sapphy, I know I had to do this sooner. But…,
She puts her finger on his lips and shushes him to be quiet.
Sapphira: It’s ok sweetie, I am proud of you for admitting this to me.
Goth smiles, he is truly relived as he kisses her lips.
Goth: I just don’t want to be one of those dads that is never around for his children and watching them grow up. I…
She suddenly stops him mid-sentence as she kisses him full on the lips with force and loads of love. After a few minutes of kissing she finally lets go and smiles at him with tears in her eyes
Goth: I….,
He smiles, not knowing what to say. But the love in her eyes just tells it all that there isn’t any words needed to be said. Until….,
Sapphira: I have been wanting to tell you this for a month now….
Goth: What??
She bites her lip and kisses him once more before tears flow from her eyes.
Goth: What?? Tell me, what’s wrong???
His look of concern alone makes her smile and cry even harder, grabbing his hands as she kisses them with lots of passion as he does not understand.
Goth: Sapphy?? Wha….
Sapphira I have been pregnant for like a few months now….
The words came out of her mouth like that, completely surprising him as his mouth opens up but there’s no sound coming out of it His brain isn’t functioning for like ten seconds before her worried look is greeted with a huge smile on his face as he kisses her on the lips with passion.
Goth: Yo mean???
The realization sinks in after they had kissed, realizing that he is going to be a father for the first time and being such a happy man that he could just scream it out of excitement.
Goth: Why hadn’t you told me sooner???
Sapphira: I just didn’t wanted to have you lose control, hoping that one day you would tell this to me. I
He kisses her once again, with more passion this time as she grabs his face and caresses his skin as he caresses hers….
Stripper: Hey sweetie…, mommy needs money to be whomever you want me to be.
Goth snaps out of his trance of a memory lapse that caused him to remember the night that Sapphira had told him that he would become a father. He looks around, not remembering that he had ever stepped foot inside a strip club and then stares at the woman that he could not even remember ever talking to. She is dancing around before walking towards him seductively.
Stripper: Why don’t you give your sweet Sapphy some loving sweetie???
The words forces Goth to snap out of his daydream, he stares at the blonde stripper that is gyrating her lower body in front of him as he is about to lose control.
Goth YOU ARE PREGNANT!!! How could you!!!!
Goth umps out of his seat and grabs the ankles of the stripper as his look on his face is telling everyone in attendance that he is very pissed.
Stripper: What the???
Goth has the ankles of the stripper locked inside his powerful hands, dragging her towards him as he is constantly repeating himself.
Goth: YOU ARE PREGNANT!!!
Stripper: Ugh…, you…. you are hurting me… please….
But the anger is clearly visible upon his face. Constantly screaming at her as his hands are squeezing tighter around the ankles. This causes the scene to draw attention from everyone in the club including the security. Thee large men run over and one of them clobbers Goth across the head. This causes him to fall down and hits his face face first on the concrete floor before others jump on top of him to force his arms tied up and locked with a pair of handcuffs. The camera zooms in on Goth’s face as the shot slowly fades with Goth begging for his wife to return to him.
May 17th,2019.
Las Vegas, Nevada.
Goth can be seen locked up in a prison somewhere in Las Vegas, having to wear off the alcohol that he had drank the other night as well as the rage fit that he had created, causing him to be locked up by the local police. Wearing an orange jail overall while being locked by handcuffs as he is listening to his lawyer.
Lawyer: Okay Gerrit, you were very fortunate that the lady that you had grabbed last night has been convinced not to press severe charges against you. Or else…
Goth: Or else?? Or else what Paul?? Are you telling me that I need to get on my hands and knees and be thankful for the humanity that people are apparently still capable of showing these days?? Gee thank you misses stripper girl, thank you for being such a freaking cunt.
The lawyer is surprised by the sudden reaction from his client, trying to collect his composure to answer the question.
Paul: Well we need to be thankful that she understood your
Goth: Understood what?? That I miss Sapphy?? That she reminded me of her?? Oh goodie!!! A stripper with a conscience!!! How good for me!!!
Paul: How long are you planning to hide behind excuses Go….
Goth: SHUT UP!!! Arghh!!!
Goth raises both of his hands towards his head as he has lowered his head, clearly in agonizing mental pain. Breathing heavily while having his eyes closed with pain clearly visible. Until suddenly he starts to laugh maniacally
Paul: What is so funny???
Goth: You want to know what is funny Paul?? I will tell you, this is!! This situation that I am currently in. The moment that I am talking to you!! How everything is seemingly even more fucked up after I came back from London!! Realizing that I am locked up, for how long?? Oh how I don’t know! But knowing that I have a match this coming Climax Control makes it almost impossible to do anything!!!
Paul: Well…., I have been told that I could get you out of jail by paying 10.000 dollars.
Goth: Or???
Paul: Or they will keep you in here for three weeks more.
Goth bursts out in laughter as he clearly for some reason can see the humor in the entire situation.
Paul: What’s so funny???
Goth: Funny??? You are asking me what is so fucking funny?? Oh I am sorry, sorry that I have to educate not only the fucking stupid fans, my opponent. But now the way I see things, you either pay up and get me out.
Paul: Or??
Goth grinds his teeth and turns his face away as he continues the vicious laughter.
Goth: Or else you just find yourself a new victim to leach upon you asshole.
Paul: But…,
Goth: Oh come on!! Just let me have my moment of fun okay!! I already know that you are going to pay the ten grand!! Because you want to be on my good side!! Just like everyone else always have been for how long?? 20 years?? OH Mr. van der Krift!! You are making loads of money!! So we are your best friends until you got nothing left!!
Paul sighs, he has heard this tirade before and gets up from his seat.
Paul: I will pay the ten grant so that you can get out tomorrow. Until then…. I…
Goth looks up at him with a surprised look on his face.
Goth: Until then what?? You going to cry in a corner of your room??
Paul shakes his head before walking to the door to the hallway
Paul: Nah, you just better hope I get you out of this predicament the next time you assault a stripper. Good day.
Goth chuckles as he realizes that he got under the skin of his lawyer, something that he has been enjoying doing ever since starting to learn how to fight against seemingly unbeatable odds in his life.
Goth: I guess that’s me being an ass once more, offending people. Hurting others and where possible getting a kick out of it. And seeing that I am getting to stay in the local Hilton Cop hotel, I better get the best out of the entire situation and just apologize my kindergarten teacher Mrs. Janssen. I am sure that she could be dead by now, seeing that she was already in the late sixties before I left that school. And then of course the many baby sitters that I have caused them to scream and run away from home as if they were possessed by the Exorcist. Oh man, good times.
He chuckles as he remembers some of the situation that he has been in for the entirety of his youth.
Goth: How do they call the youth that are too young to go to prison again?? Oh yes, juvenile isn’t it?? I guess I’ll be too old to fall under this kind of exception of the ruling. Then again, I’ve been told as of late that I have been behaving like one since returning to the Sin City Wrestling. I just hope that pay checks of Mark and Chris do not bounce due to the possible future actions that I may force myself upon them. Because we all know how much of a power hogging person I was when I was a fedhead back in the day huh??
He grins as he thinks back to the nine years that he had run Asylum Wrestling Alliance (AWA) until it closed.
Goth: Being the most hated person while making the company many upon many of millions of dollars, only to shove it down my pockets as I would not let anyone else see the money we would make. And why would I?? it’s not like I was emotionally invested in every one of them hm???
Like my opponent for this coming show?? Mr. Steele Warren, another of the many that will follow in the Warren dynasty of wrestling greats. Oh I know what you have gotten yourself into Teddy. Wanting to step out of the shadow of your wife no?? I have to hand it to you, not many partners get into the same physical attributes that their spouse has gotten themselves into. My wife always told me that she would be around ringside, but never had any desire to become champion. I guess she knew all too well what she would get herself into, I wonder… do you???
Oh of course you do, you are a Warren-Steele for crying out loud. A great in the making, having the thirst to be the very best that his Wife has already shown that she clearly is. Isn’t that what they would call a case of professional jealousy???
He chuckles as he squeezes his hands into two fists while staring at them as he had lowered his hands from his face.
Goth: Perhaps I just pushed the obvious punch line that you will hear from now on as many of the others aren’t that creative and just copy and pastes what the hell the others have said about you before them. You know, control c, control v?? I hope that is something that you social media youth could appeal from an old timer that is still relevant in the era of being here today and being gone yesterday.
Sapphy never cared about getting her hands dirty during my matches. But she knew that she would not live up to my standards…. Or at least that’s what she always had assumed that I wanted her to reach the limits of the impossibilities that made me who I am today.
Oh I know that you will utter the words that it made me who I was, because just like everyone else. You will come out, blazing like a five second clip of some fuckhead on Twitter as we just want to be Social Media horny aren’t we?? Or are you different?? Are you an own man that bears the last names of his wife like a proud peacock?? Sure you are, and if you are not…., oh well…, who gives the fuck if you do or not?? Because the way I see things around here Teddy, I will get into the ring not caring. I will fight you, still not caring and walk out of the ring being the biggest asshole alive.
He chuckles before dropping to his knees. Having his eyes roam across the table that he was sitting at. Hoping for his eyes finding something that he could use in his quest to perhaps break free??
Goth: I do not seek answers. I seek questions Teddy, why ever leaving the realms of being the first lady of the entire Warren-Steele legacy?? Perhaps an almost clan like existence that seems to grow with every single hour?? I could almost call you thumper that is desperately trying to find himself some nice piece of ass rabbit and fuck her brains out.
OH forgive me, being subtle was never my strong suit, but nowadays I just don’t care anymore whereas I had moments of being concerned about a fellow human being. Nowadays? I just fight for the extra buck, get myself wasted and wake up in the morning completely forgotten why in the hell my wife had died. But just like you are guessing by me sitting here, that it isn’t working the way I have always wanted it to be!!!
Perhaps, just perhaps I should just put these hands together. Ask for forgiveness from the man upstairs and all will be forgotten?? Not with me it won’t, I just hope you will grant me another example of how the youth needs to stand up against the old guard of life. Too bad it will just be forgotten hopeful thought of facing me and even consider the possibility of being victorious. A victory would already be with you walking out of the arena alive, perhaps have the time to count the limbs that are still intact. I know that this isn’t the bed time story that you want to tell your kids after you retire… forgetting the romance that is still left in the air, the romance that is spring and that causes animals and people feel butterflies or perhaps bats when they see another piece of skin.
I will not show the sensuality of the skin, I prefer the brutality that will allow the bruises to tell their own stories. As if they are a non-permanent tattoo upon your body that has a meaning for yourself, bruises will ultimately resolve, yet the memory will remain isn’t it?? Just like many people seek a meaning by inking themselves for personal reasoning or just because it is merely cool. I know what I am talking about, as my body is filled with inner demons that I needed to get them out for my naked eye to relive every single fucking day of my life. Oh no, I do not seek sympathizing words as if you are a member of the Easter Community that seeks to pollute your soul with tricks as they could heal your body in the hopes that you will start to believe when every other hopeful possibility seems to be lost.
As people have forgotten the words of me being your savior, a sentence that has more capability than any out there that wants to come out in the SCW and make a name of themselves. Forgive me for not caring anymore, I just know that you are wrong. Wrong to the point that your anger will boil up strong statements. Telling that I am wrong, telling me that I will see things differently soon enough. As if waiting is my strong points as of late…., but I guess being an ice bunny is what people have been expecting isn’t it???
Oh well, I am sure that the answers will be written upon the bruises that will come eventually. The bruises that know who we are, who we will be. Where you will be a wrestler afterwards…., or just better off by sticking to your seemingly best talent… being the first lady of the Warren-Steele Era…. Good Luck Teddy…., good luck….
With that the shot slowly fades.
