“I thought I had made it very clear.”
An annoyed voice of Goth is saying as he is seated in a chair upon an airplane, chewing on his lower lip for the mere fact that he had been assaulted on the night that he had wanted to inform the world that he wants to retire. Only for The Entity to assault him and for what reason??
He feels the soft hand of Melissa grab hold of the back of his hand, only for him to pull away with agression. Only for him to drop his head before placing his hand on hers as he lets out a sigh.
“Forgive me Melissa, I know you understand my frustration for being here. Because I have been in the position to step back and allow YOU to shine. And I guess it’s the pissant called The Entity that sucked me back into this hell hole for crying out loud. Is there anyone out there that does not want me to retire on my terms???”
He turns his face towards the window near to him, staring at the clouds that is surrounding them. He feels the pressure upon his body slowly subsides before wrapping his arm around his painful ribs as that cause to remind him about the attack from The Entity.
He groans slightly, not wanting to allow the world to notice the pain that he is feeling. The anger is growing inside of him.
“I’m alright Mel.”
He hisses slightly while clearly lying, he knows that she could see through this. But she also knows that disagreeing is futile when he is in this mindset. She grabs hold of his hand and lifts it up towards her mouth before kissing it, she then walks off as she tells him that she wants to get something to drink.
Goth’s eyes follow his wife until she is out of his sight, turning his gaze back towards himself. A grimace emerges, finally allowing the pain to take control over him as his fingers of his left hand sqeezes the arm rest tightly.
“I hope you are proud of yourself Entity, is this what you have been hoping for?? I bet you had hoped that I would cowar away, to never been seen again. And you know something? I have been contemplating that for a few moments, because what do I have to gain to go after another glory hog like you??”
He grinds upon his teeth, softly groaning as his hand touches the painful reminder of the assault that he had endured on Climax Control. A moment that should have been his moment turned into a nightmare. A nightmare that caused him to be brought towards the hospital for a checkup.
“So what did I do?? I do the complete opposite, because this is MY retirement, this is MY decision and MY way to walk into the sunset with a smile upon my face. Like that Entity?? I did not mention you as being the Goth killer, oh wait… I bet you will utter the infamous Old Yeller cliché right?? Because that’s what pathetic losers do that dare to hide their identiy behind a mask.”
“And all of that leads to this weeks Climax Control, where me and Peter Vaughn take on the couple of the year…”
He huffs at this statement, blowing some hair out of his face as the painful look on his face has become visibly darker.
“Miles “Milo” Kasey and Helluva Bottom Carter… a team that has got everything going fort hem so it seems… a marriage in the near future that clearly would be a beautiful moment right?? And on the other side it is me and my brother Peter Vaughn, a man that I know will ultimately will break everyone’s hopes and dreams. Because “The Mechanic” IS heartless and driven tob e the very best wherever he sets his sights upon…. And such a shame fort he happily to be married couplet o get into our way.”
“And the only question I could come up is why?? Why did the Sin City management come up with the idea of a massacre? A massacre of the loved ones that has everyone’s respect and best of wishes. And yeah Carter, I do respect you for the battles that we have had…. But you are stepping in a way of a desperate man that wishes to end his suffering….. and how will you stop a martyr???”
He groans only to suddenly show a big enough smile in the hopes that it would convince his wife that he is fine after she came back into his view. She hesitantly sits down as she sports a frown upon her face, only to dismiss it as she and him hold hands as they have a moment of chit chat as the flight continues.
A moment on my own.
It’s midnight as Goth is seated in a seat of the Trolan Theater in Troy, Turkey. Wearing a buttoned down shirt that all buttons except the final two are open, exposing his impressive physique as he stares at the empty stage in front of him. His attention is turned away from the stage towards the 20 rows in front of him, watching some Turkish cleaning ladies cleaning every seat while at times casually sharing whispers as they send casual glimpse towards the almost retired veteran.
Goth smirks as he turns his attention back towards the stage, pondering of what memorable plays has been performed. Asking what infamous National or International star has graced the impressive stage in front of all of the people that filled these seats. He had to admit that all though he had been to almost every country known to man, but had never been in this city. Granting him the opportunity to take his time to go on a touristic jouney before lacing his boots alongside his friend Peter Vaughn.
He grabs a bottle of water, unscrewing the top lid offt he bottle before lifting it towards his mouth and takes a few small sips from it. Savouring the coolness from it before letting out a sigh as he takes the bottle away from his mouth.
“I needed that…”
He mutters as he starts to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, tasting the salty sweat from his skin as his lips feel like sand paper. He smiles as he starts to lick his lips with his tongue before taking a final sip and puts the cap back upon the bottle. He nods his head towards one of the cleaning ladies, who quickly turns her face away from him in shame as that causes him to show a grin upon his face.
“I saw that handsome.”
Says Melissa who casually sits down next to Goth, he looks over towards her and smirks. His gaze turns towards her summer dress that she is wearing, admiring her beauty before he looks into the smirk look on her face.
“Gotcha.”
Both Goth and Melissa laugh at her comment, Goth pretends to hide his face in shame as Melissa gives him a mock punch against his shoulder. The two gaze towards the theatre for a few moments before Melissa turns her attention towards him.
“How in the hell did you manage to visit this theatre when its door aren’t opened for visitors??”
Goth is silent for a few moments as if he had not heard the question from his wife.
“Gerrit??”
He places his hand upon Melissa’s knee, gently squeezing it before looking towards his wife.
“The owner of this theatre is an old opponent that I have faced back in the day during my international tours back in the day. I told him that he owed me a favour as he once promised me to show me some cultural spots of his beloved Turkey.”
Melissa smiles as she places her left hand upon his, not taking it away as she gently squeezes his. The two remain silent for a few moments before Melissa turns towards him.
“I bet Gerrit Jr would have loved to have flown to Turkey wit hus.”
Goth nods his head at the statement being made by his wife, smiling at the memories of his son being upset that he had to visit his grandmother without them. Deep down inside he really felt bad, a few weeks ago he had promised him that he would not go on the coming shows after his retirement speech. But the attack from The Entity had changed all of that. He looks down at his ribs that are taped up, his eyes travel towards his chest that showing his scars causes his expression to anger. Gently squeezing the hand of his wife before letting out a sigh.
“I’m sorry for all of this Mel, I thought I would have finally hung up my boots and stand in your corner.”
He looks at her with a pleading expression on his face, ultimately smiling as he feels the reassuring squeeze of her hands on his.
“You are such a softy’
She says with a playful look on her face before turning her face away as her expression changes.
“I don’t like it, but then again… I want you to get your moment against that…”
She bites upon her lower lip, not wanting her anger take over her as he knew that she desperately wanted to get back into the ring after being eliminated in the Blast From The Past Tournament. He knows her competitive spirit, fighting against every possible odd that is being thrown in her direction is what she lives for since debuting inside the six sided ring.
“You will soon get the opportunity to kick some heads off their shoulders Mel.”
Goth says reassuringly, causing Melissa to grant a smirk in return as she nods her head.
“You always knew how to cheer me up with those sweet words Gerrit.”
The two smile as she leans in towards Goth, they share a soft kiss before grinning as they hear a soft response of one of the cleaning ladies.
“I have a feeling that our critical audience wants us to study some more on our kissing scene Mel.”
Goth says as he gives her a wink, causing Melissa to slightly blush as she puts her hand in front of her face. The two of them stare at the two of them stare at the theatre stage as Melissa leans her head upon his shoulder and sighs.
“What is it with you and theatres Gerrit??”
Goth doesn’t answer, letting her question sink in, asking himself the very same question. He himself was never a big fan of theatratrical plays, that was until he had met his first wife. This thought causes hi mto smirk.
“What??”
She asks with a puzzled look on her face as she stares at him as he was apologising himself for his reaction.
“I was just remembring a play that me and chantal once went to, she told me that it would change my life forever.”
“And??”
Melissa asks in respose to his remark, clearly curious on the possible tale that he could tell her.
“It was the play of Hamlet from Shakespear, a play that she had told me that it was incredible.”
Melissa nods her head, waiting with anticipation for hi mto continue his story.
“So I agreed to pay fort he tickets, bought her seats at one of the balconies of the theatre so that we would have been alone.”
“Okay, so what happened??”
Melissa asks as she has lifted her face towards his with anticipation, curious to why he has such a wide smirk on his face.
“So we got to our seats, we sat down and watched the play. And I have to admit that it was such a life changer for me. “
This statement causes Melissa to raise an eyebrow, clearly not what she had expected from him.
“So uhm, what’s so funny then??”
Goth’s smile widens even more as he lowers his head towards his chest, staring at his flannell knee high pants that he is wearing.
“Halfway the play I suddenly heard someone snoring beside me…”
This comment causes Melissa to put her hand to her mouth, trying to hide her laugh as she starts to picture what Goth was telling her.
“You mean….?”
Goth nods his head, trying to hide the big grin on his face as he gently squeezes the hand of his wife. The look of embarrassment can bes een on her face as she realizes something.
“That would have been something I would have done when my father would take me to the theatre as well.”
The two share a casual laugh before there is silence again. Goth squeezes Melissa’s hand softly. He watches the stage as his focus is back upon his tag team match on Climax Control.
“Performing on stage is just like performing inside the ring, having all the eyes of the audience on you. Their expectation for you to perform under pressure every single time, the realization that you cannot make any mistake as the biggest of criticasters will roast you if you forget one line.”
Melissa nods her head, realizing that she had never looked at performing arts on the theatre stage in comparison as being a pro wrestler.
“The mere fact that if you fail that others are waiting to take over your spot, because everyone believes that they are the biggest star out there. Something that until this very day I could have countered by being the very best.”
Goth’s sentence stops as he chokes up a bit, realizing his career has come close to end. He is fighting against the tears start to well up as he wipes thema way with the back of his other hand. He senses the stare of Melissa burning a hole inside of his soul, not able to look up to her gaze even though he knows that she would show only love above evrerything else.
“I’m sorry hun…”
He is unable to finish the sentence as his head lowers, trying to fight against the reality that it has all ended. Scowling tot he thought of somehow being persuaded at having another match before consuming nothing but war against an unknown Entity. The name burns inside of him as he starts to squeeze the fabric of his seat with his free hand as Melissa reaches over and wraps her amrs around his neck and whispers loving words into his ear. Sending chills down his spine while not taking his eyes off the stage in front of him.
“I vow to you Mel, like I will vow to everyone else who wants to listen. That I will destroy The Entity and there is nothing that will prevent me from doing so.”
He turns his gaze towards his wife, they continue to stare into each other’s eyes for a few moments before Melissa nods her head and smiles.
“The world will witness a massacre, the final play of the Entity…”
They smile together as the shot slowly fades to darkness.
Goth can be seen standing in front of a mirror, his body heavily taped as he gently touches the painful parts on his body. His face shows grimaces every time his hands gingerly comes in contact with his ribs, growling some inward curses in an attempt to keep himself silent for others to hear. He cocks his head slightly tot he side as he notices the camera crew approaching him in the reflection of the mirror.
“Oh great, I guess you all have come to rejoice yourself in the misery of one of the most memorable Hall of Famers in the history of this company.”
He rolls his eyes as he turns his attention back towards the mirror, his eyes wander towards the bruises upon his chest and face that are still visible after one and a half week ago.
“I have learned at a very early part in your career that you have to expect the unexpected, that people are miserable and wish to skyrocket their careers over the backs of others…”
He slowly turns his hands into fists as he flexes his arms slightly, growling in agony as the presure he puts on his body hurts his wounded body.
“But there is another lesson that I have learned, the lesson of how to repay the favour. And guess what people?? Apparrently I still have something left in me to crush the hopes and dreams of one Entity that wishes to use me as a stepping stone. But I guess I will have to do with Milo and Carter huh??”
He closes his eyes for a moment as his breathing is slowly become more controlled, his arms hang loosely beside his body as he leans his head back as his hair fall from his shoulders.
“Don’t think i have forgotten about you Carter, a man that has beaten me when I expected a different outcome to have come towards my direction. Expectations that was built from nothing but believe and faith… Something that will test your ability to accept dissapointments when it comes down tot he bigger picture…. The big victorious to overcome it all isn’t it??”
“And that is something that people have questioned me whether that direction is the right direction. And for what?? Because it isn’t for many of you out there??? How pathetic.”
He places his hands towards both sides of the miror while staring at his reflection, noticing the bloodshed in his eyes as he lets out a sigh.
“I told management that I only cared about the Entity, I told them not tob ook me into anything meaningless like a Bill Barnhart or Alexander Raven. And then when I saw the names of the two love birds as my opponents has satisfied my disire to move my attention away from the opponent that I view as my final supper.”
“Miles Kasey and Helluva Bottom Carter against the team of Got hand Peter Vaughn. Multi time champion and current Internet Champion… against two names that could very well be the future of this company. And no, I will not blindly spout profanity and tell the world that none of you can match anything that me and Vaughn can bring to the dance. But you have to understand one thing though…. That is it wort hit to put your bodies on the line against two hungry wolves??”
He cocks his right eye towards the camera that has approached him from that side while looking upwards towards the veteran from the floor.
“Carter, I respect you my friend. I know that you will give me and Vaughn a fight of your life. I know that you will fight as a warrior. A man that desires tob e a champion, but also a man that is a loving and caring individual. A man that i have seen in the past that would give it his al to save your significant other when it came down to men like Austin James Mercer. A man that acted to be martyr, a man that blamed the world for his own misery. Does that remind you of someone else Carter??”
He gives a sinister smirk as he leans his head against his shoulder, digging his teeth into his flesh slightly in an attempt to silence his frustration.
“And ultimately my anger needs to be directed to purity, true love they say. A marriage lurking around the corner, something I expect you are hoping that I would understand as I have done the same merely a few years ago…”
He huffs while shaking his head, pushing his hands away from the mirror hanging limply besides his body.
“True love grants you joy isn’t it?? Butterflies that fly inside your stomach, those looks that speak more viviedly than a thousand words whenever you got that opportunity to join each other as one?? Oh yes of course me and Melissa share those wonderful moments together…, but I have to quote a classic lyric fromt he Queen of Rock and Roll Tina Turner herself… “What’s love got to do wit hit??” What does love got to do wit hit when you are inside the six sided ring?? Because it’s nothing more than a weakness when you dare tob ring each other together and not to expect feelings clouden your judgment..”
“Because me and Vaughn intend to disect the one, while the other has got to watch. We expect to watch on, whisper inside your ears, urging you not to look over tot he other’s gaze as you will see love instead of trust. And any out there can tell the expected tale, oh no something like that will not happen to us!! We both knew what we signed up to once we will sign that one contract that binds our lives together for eternity…”
“Eternity is such a long time wouldn’t you agree??”
Goth looks at the wedding rings that he is wearing from both of his weddings, a life long memory to his promises that he had made to both of his wives as he nods his head silently.
“The only thing that i can tell you both is that it eventually be wort hit my young friends, to endure that cycle that every loved ones will have to endure until that moment comes that both of you will utter I do…”
Goth suddenly closes his right hand and pounds i tinto his left several times before finally rest it against the palm of his left hand.
“BECAUSE YOU MAY THINK THAT I AM UTTERING NOTHING BUT BULLSHIT!!! That these words are nothing but lies!!!”
He cocks his head tot he side, breathing heavily as some of his hair has fallen in front of his face.
“And all I can say is that I do not mind, everyone has a right to believe or disbelieve…, yet I am true love… And I am the one that Giveth… And I am the one that Taketh away… And trust me my friends, i fit were up to me or Peter Vaugh… I will tell you that at least with me you have a chance to redeem your mistakes….”
He looks over his shoulder, gazing at an individual that is seated upon a chair. Goth closes his eyes slightly as he gazes at the man who will be his tag team partner on Climax Control. Gazing down at Vaughns hands as he is playing cards, shuffling them together before shuffling them for himself, then to Melissa and finally an empty seat before looking over towards Goth. Goth acknowledges Vaughns gesture to take part of the game as he lets out a sigh and smirks as he turns his attention back towards the camera.
“vaugh is someone that reminds me somewhat of a young version of myself, cold… calculative and very…. VERY succesful. A man that like myself does not allow privacy and feelings that weakens your knees to be a trap to your downfall. And people may qualify that as perversion or even as maniacal. But isn’t that the way how mankind has survived throughout the ages?? Then tell me, will you disagree with the saying of don’t change what isn’t broken??”
“But I had not asked for this, I did not want to feel the urge of competing inside the six sided ring and win fights to earn another title shot. You see, people already question my integrity of being a retired human being.”
His breathing increases as his eyes darken with every passing second.
“I only care about destruction and pain, I only care about wrapping THESE HANDS around the throat of one simple man…. Because then and ONLY THEN I can retire in peaceful fashion. But until that moment comes I must break down every obstacle that stands in my…”
He looks towards Peter Vaughn’s direction and smiles.
“Our way…”
With that he nods his head towards the camera before walkign towards the table as he takes a seat before grabbing the deck of cards as the shot slowly fades.
