June 28th 2021
A day after Climax Control
Goth can be seen resting on a sofa in his hotel room, having his painful leg on top of a pillow to give it some rest. He has been resting and recovering his painful leg from the match that he had gone through against Sin City World Champion Mark Cross and had won in a fashion that had caused people’s heads to turn. He remembers the good old days where he would have gone all excited after a big time win, discussing all of his possibilities with his wife Sapphira, who had the gift of eternal patience to listen to his seemingly endless rambling before telling him that he was always bound to the impressions of the powers that be. This always made him scowl towards her for a few moments, but eventually came to the conclusion that she as often was right.
‘How are you doing dad??”
Says his son as he walks into the hotel room after opening the hotel room door and is followed by Goth’s girlfriend Melissa. The two exchange gazes with each other as that causes them to smile.
“I am feeling a bit better son, but my knee still needs more rest to recover before I can head back to the gym and prepare for my next match. But I assume that won’t be for too long”
He smiles as he gazes into the eyes of his son, not believing how quickly he had grown up in all these years. He has always been thankful that he has his mother’s eyes, in the past it had made him wonder whether he would have the same manipulative stare that his mother possessed. He remembers how it made him shiver every single time that this thought had crossed his mind. Sapphira always had the ability to turn heads of many of his male opponents who weren’t strong minded. He couldn’t blame them, she was a very attractive yet dangerous woman. It was one of the many things that had attracted him to her…..
“You are daydreaming again dad!!”
Shouts his son as this causes to smiles, ruffles his hand through the hair of his son who tries to stop him from ruining his hair, after a few moments Goth pulls back and holds up his hands to defend himself as his son has his fists up.
“Now that’s one fight I rather try to avoid”
Says Goth laughing, he turns his attention towards Melissa who gives him a wink, she walks towards the bedroom as this gives him some more time to spend with his son.
“So dad, what was it like to be in the ring against Mark Cross and beating him??”
Goth closes his eyes for a moment, reliving some of the moments of the match inside his brain before smiling again as he reopens his eyes. He motions to his son to sit in front of him as he does as Goth starts to speak.
“It was great son, obviously for several reasons. I know there were doubts upon a lot of people whether I could hang with someone of the calibre of Mark Cross, the SCW world heavyweight champion. And I have to admit, I was rather surprised that I was booked in a one on one confrontation with him in just my second match. And I have to admit that I had set myself up to at least make sure that the fans would get a great match out of this and not a disappointing return of a guy that could barely hang with Caleb Storms”
He chuckles as that causes his son’s eyes to grow as he soaks up every word from his father.
“You see Gerit, I have learned at a early part of my career to never underestimate your opponent, whether it is a rookie debuting or a veteran that just can’t hang up his boots. Never underestimate anyone, because that will be your downfall eventually. It’s like I told Cross in the built up to our match, that Caleb may not be the man at the top of his game so far, at least he has never shown the will to give up. Who has a heart to fight and takes on all comers, that’s what I respect from Caleb, but I told him that I would wait for the moment to come that he would make a mistake and Caleb did”
His son nods his head as he had watched his fathers in ring return on television, wishing that he would have been a part of that evening.
“When I faced Mark Cross, I knew that I had a different type of animal in the ring against me. I knew that this guy is made out of the same cloth so to speak that many of my past opponents have come from. A man that I have come to respect inside that six sided ring for his ability and his drive to prove to the world that he is the very best and why he is wearing that championship belt. But he had made one mistake son”
“What’s that dad??”
Goth’s mind thinks back for a moment, thinking back at the moment where he stared into the eyes of Mark Cross after beating him in that non-title match. Causing him to relive a yearning that he has not felt for so many years, a yearning for glory and championship gold. Something that he had thought was not to be meant for him anytime soon. And now?? it’s slowly growing inside of him, a sensation that he had grown to hate during his time to battle his substance addiction. It made him realize that there was one more addiction that he had thought he had overcome, but now he is not so sure anymore.
“Dad??”
He shakes his head as he is woken out of his thoughts, shocked to find his lips dry for the very first time since he has begun to battle his addiction.
“Err…’
His eyes roams the hotel room, he realises that he is suddenly somewhere else and his son is now gone. He closes his eyes for a few moments, hoping that this is just a bad memory that somehow got triggered, but when he reopens them he notices that he is staring at himself in the bedroom.
“What’s going on??”
He hears water running, only to have it stopped a few moments later.
“Someone is in my bathroom”
He wonders if it is Melissa, but he still cannot understand how he has ended up in a bedroom that wasn’t his own. And for some reason he remembers this room, as if he has been here in the past…. A lot….
“How??”
He is wearing nothing more than his boxers not sure how he got rid of his clothing, but slowly his thoughts are being redirected to the bathroom door as it opens.
“Hi sweetie”
His senses widen from shock, realizing that he is in a memory of his past. Turning his gaze towards the woman that stands in the doorway, that woman is his deceased wife. His mind is racing, asking himself how this is possible. Wondering if he had drank some alcohol once again, but he would have known wouldn’t he??
“You look like you have seen a ghost hun”
She says while walking over towards him, wearing a long towel around her body as she is drying her hair with another. He had always loved watching her dry her hair, he wanted to hold her and yet what if this was just a cruel dream?? What if someone would just wake him up at the wrong moment?? He stares at her as if he had not seen her in years and of course he hasn’t. The stare on his face caught her attention as she frowns.
“You ok hun??”
There is so much he wanted to say to her at this moment, but he cannot utter them for the mere reason of him being utterly shocked. He finally snaps out of his trance and allows himself to relive this memory for as long as it may last
“Much better now”
She smiles, he had missed that gorgeous smile. He watches her walk over to some clothing that was on the edge of their bed. Taking off the towels before putting on one of his old and long shirts. His heart had missed a beat as he had gazed at her beauty for the first time in way too long. He starts to realize that her beauty is far beyond his memories…. Wanting her as for some reason makes him feel ashamed….. as he remembers his girlfriend and starts to feel conflicted.
“Move over hun”
She says as she slowly gets in their bed and rests against him, he feels his body tense to her touch and instinctively wraps his arms around her as she sinks deeper into him. She places her hands upon his chest and sighs.
“How long do you think you want to continue to wrestle Gerrit??”
He sighs, he remembers these talks. The last year of them under contract with SCW was an emotional one. He remembers her wishes of starting a family together started to grow from every now and then to almost to a weekly basis. And he had to admit that he felt that the time had come to start a family soon.
“I have thought about it Sapphy and I have come to the conclusion that it’s time to start a family”
He stares into her eyes and remembers the tears of joy that had started to come. He kissed her lips as he loved this woman.
“GERRIT!!!”
Suddenly Goth opens his eyes and is back in his hotel room, Sapphira was gone as he was staring at Melissa and his son. Realizing that he had awoken out of his memory that caught him by surprise. His eyes gaze at the faces of Melissa and his son, seeing the looks of concerns on their faces. He closes his eyes for a second as he shakes off the memory and then realizes that his mouth is still as dry as it had been at the beginning of the memory.
“Why didn’t you react to me calling your name Gerrit??”
She asks him as she moves over towards him and kneels in front of him. She grabs his hands and softly squeezes as their eyes never leave each other.
“I’m sorry Melissa, I….,”
He wants to tell her that he had a flashback to a moment of the past, reliving a romantic moment with his wife. But he cannot find it in his power to tell her as he is conflicted by his feelings for both women whom he has feelings for. She smiles as she brushes his hair out of his face with one of her hands before leaning in to plant a kiss upon his lips, but stops just inches away.
“You know you can tell me anything that is troubling you right???”
Her gaze is looking deep into his eyes, the two do not say a word as he senses that for some reason she knows. The two hold hands as suddenly his son jumps in.
“I want to eat!!!”
All three laugh as the moment of seriousness is broken for a few moments as the shot fades.
Memory Lapse part three
July 2007
Backstage after Goth won his first championship title in the majors, becoming the Airborne Champion. Beating a champion who had prior to him joining won the Global (world) championship belt in the most gruelling match ever. He is in a corner of his locker room, a towel across his head while having the championship belt draped on his lap in front of him. Staring at the name of the champion who he had beaten and realized that he had arrived
“I guess you showed them all that you are someone to be reckoned with hun”
Says his wife who had walked into the locker room and hands him a cold beer, he accepts it as he places it against his face prior to opening it and taste the alcoholic beverage and sighs. Resting his head against the wall with only the towel separating his skull from the cold wall.
“You know they were right Sapphy”
He says to her as she looks back at him puzzled
“What Gerrit??”
“That once you have that taste of success, you want more. This is just the beginning of something big, but I realize that I have to improve to keep this belt for a long time”
He has always thought that he was better than any other competitor that he had faced prior in joining the big leagues, but he was wrong. He had a trial contract that had a clause that if he did not improve within a certain period of time that he would have been released But after being victorious over the past champion he had been secured to remain with the contract until it was time to talk about contract renewal.
“I am happy with the title win, although I had wished it wasn’t partially because of the interference of Morbius…”
He said with a saur look on his face for a few moments before taking another taste of his beer, Morbius had taken advantage of the referee being down and clocked the former champion with the belt. He knew that he was a part of the group that Morbius had put together, but the one thing he always wanted to obtain a victory upon his own, it made him feel far more superior over those who he had beaten. But he knew that his opportunity to beat the former champion once again would come one day and he would be ready for it.
“I am sure that he believes that he has to protect the young upstart that joined the organization hun, perhaps he is worried that one day he may be the one that stands face to face with you and realizes that he cannot beat you.”
He grins to the words of his wife, she knew that he wouldn’t stay long with this group. He never has, he was a loner. A man that wanted to pave his way to success, but wasn’t someone that would say no to the opportunity o improve his chances to make it by using other people’s trust. Because he remembers the days of him being used by his old gangs when younger. The only one that he knew he could trust was his wifoe, the conscience that was never wrong.
“Morbius?? He was never in my league to begin with, but as long as it presents the opportunity to improve, than who am I to resist the temptation??”
*Buzz* *Buzz* *Buzz*
His phone was buzzing next to him, he looks at it and sees an unfamiliar number, reluctantly he answers it.
“Yeah??”
He listens to the person on the other side of the line and nods his head before smiling, he starts to rub his chin and looks towards his wife with a sinister smile upon his face.
“I am glad that at least someone has noticed my potential”
Goth listens some more as he stares at his wife and gives her a wink that tells her that bigger things are ahead of them.
“Let me have some more fun as we will lead up to our big reveal”
He talks some more as the phone call ends after a few more moments
“I guess your idea of bigger things is ahead of you??”
He smiles as he stares at his newly won championship, realizing that the companies bosses have taken a like to him and want him to join their gang of elite wrestlers.
“If there was any doubts on whether I belong in this company, then those doubts have been erased and replaced with the future that is pave with the Gothic One…”
She smiles at his comment, she slowly sits down next to him as the two of them stare at the championship belt
“You do realize that if you join Al and Grinder that you cannot allow yourself to make any mistake don’t you??”
The words enter his brain as he allows these words to be digested, he knows that she is right. He knows that he is not at the level that he wants himself to be, but then again. When you are receiving an offer that you cannot refuse, you grab it with both hands as an opportunity like this only comes once in a lifetime.
“Maybe, but isn’t that what makes life oh so interesting Sapphy?? To let them think that they hold raw talent in the palm of their hands, only to have me shatter their hopes and dreams before they realize that it is too late. Right now I am still part of this little group, me and my tag team partner will soon get an opportunity for tag team gold. And all that is left is the waiting, the waiting for a new chapter of a man that will turn this company to my image… Chaos and deception”
She kisses him on the cheek as the two remain silent for a few more moments, he grabs the championship belt and holds it close to his face. He kisses the gold plate before placing it over his shoulder and closes his eyes.
“I do not know what is ahead of me in my near future, but I will be damned if I will look back at my career one day and realize that I didn’t got everything out of it. I want to be the very best as any other wrestler out there is busting their asses off to do so. But I have got one important advantage over them Sapphy”
“And what’s that??”
She asks with a look of excitement in her eyes,because she knew the potential that he had… and apparently it was time for him to unlock his potential upon the world.
“Everyone thinks or says that they are the very best in this company, but to them it is nothing more than a catchphrase and a gimmick, for me it is a part of life. And nobody and I mean NOBODY will take that away from me…. Nobdy”
With that the shot slowly fades as the two celebrate in private his first in many championship victories in his illustrious career.
Present day
Goth is seen going out with Melissa, she trying on some new dresses as Goth is waiting for her to come out of the changing room and show him the dress. He never liked shopping, but he knows how happy it makes her. Plus he always enjoyed the show she put on for him after putting on a new dress.
“Gerrit??”
He looks up at the changing room where Melissa is at, seeing her eyes emerge above the curtain that separates him from seeing the rest of her.
“What’s up dear??”
“Are you sure that I can try on these dresses and buy the one that I like???”
He nods his head in approval
“I just looked over the price tags and these dresses are expensive!! I know you like to spoil me, but I….”
Goth raises his hand to silence her as she does with a concern look on her face.
“I want you to be spoiled dear, I remember the days when me and Sapphira had to turn every buck to make it through the week. It made me realize how to appreciate that what you got and not desire that what you don’t have or unable to afford. But that doesn’t mean I cannot spoil the one I love just because I am filthy rich??”
She blushes, hoping that he will not catch her turning red behind the curtain.
“Besides, we are going on a cruise next week and I want you to look good. Also you did tell me that you had seen some interesting bathing suits right??”
He winks at her as that causes her to giggle before turning her head away from him as she has become beet red.
“Oh stop it, sometimes I wonder whether I am going shopping with you or your son.”
He chuckles as he shakes his head and leans back into his chair.
“If he eve comes with the idea of going shopping with you for bathing suits, then I guess it is time for me and him to have a father and son discussion”
The two laugh as she puts on the final efforts of getting her dress on before turning her attention back to the curtain. She pushes it aside and stands there in a sexy black dress that clings nice to her body. Goth’s eyes move towards her as she can see in his eyes that he loves how it looks on her.
“So I guess this dress is approved??”
She asks as she winks at him, he chuckles as he nods his head.
“If this is the dress that you want? Then I would gladly buy it for you. But you have to wear it when we go dancing on the cruise ship”
“Are you asking me on a date kind sir??”
She asks him mockingly, causing him to chuckle as he realizes that she is teasing him. Both of them like to do some roleplaying when they have some private time together.
“Well I hope so, seeing how this dress and a cruise ship for a week costs me a lot of money. I would at least assume that I would get something back in return???”
She laughs as she walks over towards him and plants a kiss on his lips, he savours the kiss as he tells her to turn around and show the rest of the dress. Admiring her beauty as well as the dress look like it was made for her.
“I think we got you a dress”
She is happy and plants a big time kiss on his lips before turning around and heading to the changing room. He smiles as he loves her enthusiasm before looking on his phone as he had received a message from his son. Telling him that he has arrived at the house of his former tag team partner and blood brother Jonathan Porter. He smiles as he remembers the wonderful time he and his wife had with Jonathan and his wife. The four of them were inseparable as they got along right from the moment as both felt they were overlooked in the begin stages of their careers, only to have their careers explode after they joined forces. The final match that Goth ever had in the GWA was a Us Title match against Jonathan, he retired the championship as both men hugged each other after the match was over.
“Gerrit reached the house of Jonathan”
“Oh good, I bet he will have a great time”
Goth chuckles, hoping that Jonathan would not tell his son of all the crazy and fun times he and Jonathan had when they were heading up and down the road. Realizing that if he would find out, his son then would use it against him for blackmail.
“I told him that Gerrit is only seven years old, so he is way too young for old man’s drinks”
This caused Melissa to burst out in laughter as she is still busy putting on another outfit, hoping that Goth would be as generous to spoil her with more than just one dress. After ten more minutes she comes out of the changing room, wearing a gorgeous black dress with an opening that reveals her bare back. Goth can tell that she really loves the dress as she is walking very slow and seductively towards him.
“Excuse me ma’am, I was looking for my girlfriend. Have you seen her??”
She smiles as she leans down and plants a kiss on his cheeks before staring him in the eyes with her beautiful brown eyes.
“Aren’t you a bit too old for a girlfriend dear sir?? Maybe you should try your luck with a real woman.
She plants another kiss on him, this time on his lips as he is mesmerized by her beauty and grins.
“Well seeing I still need permission from her parents to come with me on a romantic week on a cruise ship, would you perhaps be willing to join me in her place if she still needs to finish her home work??”
The two laugh as she looks over her shoulder and smiles.
“Don’t be so naughty mister, or else I may just run off with your handsome son.”
He kisses her on the lips as she moves to the back once more to get dressed again. This gives Goth the opportunity to close his eyes and think back several years ago and his face saddens. Desperately trying to forget the years that he was addicted to alcohol, he sometimes catches himself raising his hand to his mouth as if he was holding a glass of whiskey like he used to do. He raises his hands to his eyes as he starts to crave for a drink and tries to resist it.
“Gerrit?? You ok??”
He hears the voice of Melissa, who exited the changing room and stares at him with a look of concern on her face. He looks up at her with tears flowing from his eyes as this causes her to sit down next to him and holds him.
“I had a moment of weakness”
He whispers in her ears as he raises his arms towards her as she holds him in hers, the two do not say anything for a moment as they find refuge with each other. Goth sighs of relief, knowing that he will never be alone when dealing with his problems like he used to a few years ago before meeting Melissa.
Memory Lapse part four
2019
Goth is at a psychiatrist discussing why he is an alcoholic, why he cannot resist the temptation of drinking whatever that he can get his hands upon. He is resting on the sofa while the psychiatrist sits next to him writing down everything
“Tell me Mr. van der Krift, when….”
“Can you please call me Gerrit??”
The psychiatrist raises an eyebrow before writing the request down upon the piece of paper in front of him.
“Of course Gerrit, I normally prefer to establish a professional relationship with each other, but if that is your wish then I shall reply.”
Goth closes his eyes awaiting the next question.
“Gerrit, do you remember the moment that you realized that your addiction became obvious for you and your family or friends??”
Goth is silent for a few moments, trying to think back to the point in his life that it became obvious and closes his eyes in shame.
“I became aware the first time I grabbed the bottle of whiskey when my wife was diagnosed with cancer as they told me that she would not have long to live”
His thoughts wanders back to that moment as he ignores the next questions of the psychiatrist. Remembering the moment that he had to hold his wife in his arms as her legs had buckled underneath her as she had slid from her seat. Crying in a way that went emotionally broke him. begging the doctor whether there was nothing that he could do for her, he would have given his every single dollar that he had left for a cure…. Only to hear the confirmation that he did not wanted to hear
“I am sorry Mr. van der Krift, there is sadly nothing that we can do”
Later that night
He had brought his wife to her bed, having her medicated with pain killers through the day and some sleeping pills so that she would be asleep at night. He sits at a chair next to her bed, holding a bottle of whiskey while staring at her. He has barely slept the entire week prior to the appointment with he doctor. Hoping that for a medicine that would cure her, but he knew that the chance was slim to none. But he kept positive, not because he believed it himself but to motivate his wife to hope in a miracle. And now??
“All hope is gone”
His eyes are bloodshed as his hair is hanging in front of his eyes, holding the bottle of whiskey near to his lips while starign at his wife in front of him in bed. He sees the drip enter her arm sending the painkiller into her body so she would not suffer too much.
“Why could this not be me?? Why would they take someone so innocent and pure over someone like me??”
He places the bottle in front of his mouth and lifts his head backwards while taking a long drink from the bottle and then wipes his mouth with the back of his other hand.
“I mean seriously, why her?? For fuck sakes why HER!!! How must I take care of my son?? How can I be a parent without her??”
He tries to get up on his feet, but his feet are weak from the alcohol because he had not eaten since they came back from the doctor. He slowly drops to his knees and stares at the bottle as it is nearloy empty, reaching with his other arm to find another bottle but cannot find it. he crawls on his hands and knees to the bed of his wife and pulls himself upwards and stares at his wife whose eyes have opened.
“Sapphy, w….why aren’t you asleep??”
She stares at him, there’s sadness in her eyes as she sees how drunk he is. Trying to lift her hand towards his face as she runs the back of her hand against his skin.
“I love you”
She whispers to him as that is met with a tear coming from her left eye as she stares at him. he wants to say so much towards her, but he is unable to do so. He reaches over to her hand, wanting to rub it against his cheek. He grabs her hand and softly squeezes it while staring at her face, as he suddenly realizes that she had closed her eyes and her face had fallen against her pillow turning her face away from him. He pushes his face into the bed, crying out loud into the fabric of the bed sheets while holding on to the hand of his now deceased wife.
“Gerrit??”
Goth suddenly reopens his eyes and shows tears, realizing that he has taken a huge step in battling his addiction. But realizes that the pain he has endured by losing his wife he knows that will never go away and that is what he is afraid off.
“I’m sorry, I just thought back to that moment when it all started”
The psychiatrist nods his head in understanding.
“Can you tell me more about that moment??”
He swallows, waits a few moments as he seeks the courage to tell the psychiatrist the same memory that just crossed his mind as he knows that only pain can heal his misery
Present Day
Goth is sitting on a lounge chair on his balcony, overlooking Las Vegas for one of the final times this week as he will be entering the cruise ship.
“Every match is a learning process, a learning process that teaches that we are never too old to learn. And what have we learned Mark??”
He smiles, placing a glass of ice tea to his lips and takes a sip from it. Remembering the non-title match that he had against the world champion where both men went toe to toe with each other. Neither of the two gave each other an inch. Just the way Goth likes it, making a believer out of the world champion as well as it lit a fire underneath him and he realized that he still has that drive to get better, something that nobody ever thought was possible at his age.
“I guess I proved them wrong”
A smirk emerges upon his face as he takes another sip, loving the taste of the cold liquid. Chuckling over the fact that if you had told him ten years ago that he would have sworn never to drink an alcoholic beverage that he would consider that person to be insane.
“I thank you Mark, I thank you for allowing me to be at the very best that I could have been at that moment in time. To overcome all odd and beat the very best that this company had to offer in a gruelling match. I had to admit I wasn’t sure whether my leg would get back so soon from the punishment that you dished out on it…. but I guess even I am allowed to surprise myself every now and then”
“And yet, is that championship belt that either you or Mac Bane will walk away from during this cruise ship extravaganza?? I would be lying if it wasn’t huh champ?? But I know I have to await my time before I can challenge whomever it is that holds that championship belt, because even though I was great against you… I am not ready yet to be a champion once more. Something that tells me that a reality call like yours truly just did isn’t something that most of you people would like to admi to isn’t it??”
“But then again, can you blame them???”
He pushes the glass back against his lips and takes another sip, staring at the evening stars that shine brightly over sin city
“I know you didn’t quite knew what to expect from me huh Mark?? I will give you that as it is a normal assumption from someone of the calibre that is yours and I know that you will be prepared a second time. And that’s something I welcome in the heat of competition.”
“Competition…..”
He stops after repeating that word once more, remembering the drive that he always had back in the day. Not allowing another superstar to be better than him, but accepting the fact when he was outperformed… accepting to the point that he wanted to challenge his opponent again until he had reached his goal, so that he could divert his attention to the next goal in life, ultimately to become the very best.
“I comment you for keeping your collective the week after, not entering the wheels of being traumatized over a loss. I can tell you and I are made out of the same woodwork that just does not give isn’t it? Two warriors of a dying breed, realizing that one day that you will be the final one that cannot pass on a torch of combatants that came before you…. Because you know that you are the final one left…. “
“And both of us are too stubborn to give in aren’t we??”
He chuckles, placing down the glass of ice tea upon the table next to him as he enjoys the evening view.
“Beating you proved me a point that I realized that you are only human, hell the fans sometimes assume that when you are this good, that victories just come naturally and get upset when you do not accomplish what they wanted you to do. Oh I know, cryptic explanations aren’t very popular with the simple minded fools. But at least I know you will get a kick out of it won’t it?? just like I got a kick out of the fact that you underestimated my in ring return against Caleb…. It’s quite understandable that you would compare yourself to another wrestler and see the flaws in either victory or defeat and direct the difference towards yourself…. “
“But have you perhaps forgotten that just like riding a bike, that I cannot forget how to wrestle and that I just need a few more matches before I am back to where I have always wanted me to be. I know you will learn from this and just like yours truly look forward to round number two….”
“Until that moment comes, I have to direct my attention to my next opponent…. Braydon Hilton”
He remains silent for a moment, remembering watching Brayden win his match on Climax Control a while ago, seeing the talent that he obviously possesses.
“Truly a gifted wrestler, wanting to follow in the footsteps of his parents and make a name for himself. Another puppet out of the Hilton Clan Dynasty that just for some reason does not seem to stop. And don’t get me wrong young Hilton cub, I appreciate those who wish to follow in the footsteps of those who brought you life and want to keep the family lineage alive. But what more could you possibly expect from someone that had a silver spoon shoved down its throat so deep that it amazes me that you are still able to breathe…. Let alone open your mouth and produce such a enjoyable and charismatic rant, that it only proves me one thing… that you have a brain and are reluctant to use it in any shape or form that it would serve you well”
He smiles as he picks up the glass of ice tea and shakes the glass a few times to see if any of the ice cubes has dissolved in the glass of liquid. He places it to his mouth and savours the taste before swallowing it.
“I am sure that you will zoom in on the narrative of you being fed with a silver spoon, growing up in a family of wrestlers and take exception to the fact that you are clearly too much of a one dimensional character that it’s all that has ever existed inside the right lobe of your brain to become a wrestler isn’t it?? Because lets face it, it was all that you have ever known isn’t it?? And I am very aware that having everyone to be a role model to your incapability of processing any other thought than being nothing more than just another Hilton”
“Such a shame if you do not realize soon enough in your still young career that you are going to be looked at as being just another example of being bred to perform. To not have a full access to your brain and develop a sense that there’s more out there than just being a mere follow up to that what everyone out there is already tired off…. Another Hilton, Where people often would look back and tell themselves that the first one in line of many others was merely enough to be remembered… as the rest were nothing more than being a filler”
“But who am I to judge huh? Like you said on social media, someone that is washed up isn’t it?? How ironic is it that I am very positive that you will follow up these statements that I am long winded, that I am boring and that I cannot wrestle…. But then again, who is listening to opinions that cannot be based upon facts….. And before you start to tell the world that I am a hypocrite?? Then I would gladly like to divert your eyes once more to the fact of being able to read and understand the power of words that tells the world and most importantly yours truly one thing. That I am right and we can move on without shed a tear and grow up to be a man”
He is silent for a moment, staring at the stars as he closes his eyes
“Maybe I am wrong, but I highly doubt it. But I do not see a kid that had to pay its dues to make it into a company like this….. that ultimately assumes that the key to success is being passed on by a great like your mother Crystal and her husband Todd. But that’s where it ends Todd, you may know all the moves and can execute them to perfection. But that will only get you so far against wrestler’s like Shane Borderland”
“I know it is easy to utter out a name that could not beat a young and up and coming upstart and you know why Brayden?? Because I value the life lessons that served me well when I was at your age and growing further in my life to be the man that I am right now…. See?? I did not do the obvious and proclaim myself to be the next World Heavyweight champion after beating Mark Cross. And you know why?? Because that’s how fools like you work, rambling on about nothing more about how successful you are and how pathetic your opponent was”
“Just too bad for a young talented kid like yourself that your first victory in Sin City Wrestling was merely a false start on a road to success that is going to be filled with potholes and other obstacles that you never had experienced in your young and protected life. But thankfully for you, I will be the pothole in your education that is your life. An education that will provide you with all the answers that a fool that is blinded by a success that is impossible to be reached by the likes of those who have not suffered and endured defeat the way I have…. But I will gladly take you on a path of falling and getting back upon your feet without having to reach out and beg for the help of your parents or your sister…. Oh no, after next week I will make you realize what it will take you to become a man. So expect me to allow you to grow into a man, until then Brayden I wish you nothing more than luck…..”
With that the shot slowly fades