[Christian Underwood]

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["Scumbag" Kevin Carter]

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DATE: September of 2013 | CAMERA: Off
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Each step he took everything hurt. Even with it being two days removed from the previous event. His body was still beat up.

Agony and pain shot down the middle of his spine all the way to his legs. That was the price you paid being a professional wrestler though.

One of the many reasons why he never complained. He knew what he signed himself up for. This is what he wanted in his life. He just had to deal with it.

Thankfully though today was the flight home. Leading to the next couple of weeks off that would ultimately give his body time to recover and heal.

As he limped through the airport, he happened to look up and see a familiar face. One that he actually wanted to speak to. From a business front more than anything.

Doing his best to catch up to the man.

“Hey Mr. Ward!
Hey Mark!”

The closer he had gotten. He was getting closer to one half of the owners of the wrestling company known as Sin City Wrestling:Mark Ward.

Briefly Mark looked behind him when he heard his name being called. Taking notice to the man approaching him. He stopped there with his cell phone to his ear.

“I’ll have to call you back.”

Pulling the phone away from his ear. Now putting his attention on the man before him.

“What can I help you with?”

“I know our dealings with each other have been limited.
Since I signed a couple months back.
But I was wondering if I could have a quick moment of your time.”

“I haven’t been a hard man to find.
We could’ve talked plenty. I don’t have much time.
Plane is about to board here in the next fifteen minutes.
If you can make it quick.”

“I am not going to take too much of your time.
Promise, just a few words.”

Following the words that came out of the man’s mouth. Mark sat his suitcase on wheels off to the side. Put his phone in his pocket and gave his undivided attention.

“Go on then.”

“Well for starters. I’m thankful for the opportunities I’ve been given.
I understand that it was kind of a big risk to sign me for a year.
My reputation was a bit wild. . .
And just because I had a good run somewhere else.
It doesn’t mean the same magic is going to be captured here.
Thank you for that.”

“As a man with a keen eye for talent.
I tend to look past certain things.
Your reputation and attitude aside.
I knew it was going to be a good signing and a big one at that.
It’s clearly worked out. Your success has come fast.
Something to be proud of.”

“It’s an honor to hear that sir. Honestly.
I know you’re a busy man. Probably don’t have time to keep tabs on everything.
But to hear that truly means more than you know.”

The only detailed conversation he had with Mark prior to this was the day he signed his contract. Other than that it was just a Hello type greeting at the shows.

To know that one of the highest figures in the company truly knew who he was and knew what he accomplished. That was a boost of his ego.

A true shot of adrenaline that he needed. As well as a little bit of a confidence boost in the real reason he wanted to have this conversation to begin with.

“That brings me to my next point.
We got a little over six months left on my contract.
And I’m not want to try and extend it right this second.
Nor am I asking for more money.
I figured that’s a better conversation for around the three month mark.

But I do want to talk to you about being more involved,
Be featured more and become a bit more of a household name.
A way to sell myself and make SCW more profitable.
Figured after that match with Goth I just had.
Now would be the perfect time. Feel like it really put me on the map despite the loss.”

“For starters let me start off by saying.
What a match you and Goth had the other night.
I can see by the limp it put you through the ringer. . .
But it was a phenomenal match. One for the ages.
A qualifying match for the Match of the Year if you ask me.

Plan to get with Christian when we land back in America and talk numbers.
See how it did for attendance and for the webcast.
However everything I’ve heard so far has been nothing other than positive.
Kudos to you and Goth for that.
But. . .”

“But?”

“There’s always a but in this business.
Being in it as long as you have.
I’m sure you understand that.”

“Of course. . .
However, what is the but about?”

“I don’t think right now what you’re asking for is ideal for us as a company.”

The instant feeling that overcame him in that moment was not a good one. It felt like he had been punched in the gut. However it was going to get worse.

“And the reason for that being involves Goth.
The match the two of you had put a new light on Goth.
It made him shine in ways we have never seen before.
Made us change our view on him.
And the way the crowd reacted to that big win for him.
It was next level stuff.

And then with you. . .
I’m not saying there’s not a chance in the future for you to be featured more.
As well as be a bigger household name for us.
But this match kind of just showed us where you’re at at this moment.
Very much what we expected.
Keep working hard though.”

“Keep working hard?
All due respect I have been.
And what does that mean. . .
I’m what you expected?
That seems like it’s meant to be disrespectful as hell.”

“Calm yourself down there, pal.
I assure you there was no disrespect or ill intent by my words.
It’s just a very accurate statement.”

“How is it accurate?
I want to know what it means.”

Every bit of him was trying to remain calm and respectful. After all, the man before him was his boss. That man did sign his checks. He couldn’t help but feel slighted.

“Listen. . .
I respect what you’re doing for the company.
And I respect where you are right now.
But Goth is just a little more valuable and marketable than you are right now.
Again that’s how the business works.
Right now just isn’t your time.”

“All due respect sir.
I’m not trying to sell Goth short here.
But before that match. . .
He wasn’t considered a main event player.
No one was ready to strap a rocket to his back.
And send him to the moon.

Again, I am not trying to slight the man.
Not trying to disrespect the man.
Not even trying to shit on your views,
I don’t share them, but I also truly believe,
I offer just a little more to the table,
And don't think what I’m asking for is much.”

“I don’t have time for the back and forth.
I really have to get on this plane.
All I can tell you is this is Goth’s time.
And maybe next time see to it you don’t lose
Seeing as this isn’t the first time you’ve lost to him.”

Mark turned to grab a hold of his suitcase and held it in his hand. Looking back at the man that stopped him.

“Look forward to seeing you in a few weeks.
This will give you some time to think about things.”

He turned and walked away to catch his flight back to the states. Leaving the man just standing there to think about the words left with him.

Truth be told there wasn’t a lot to think about. The mistake here was losing to Goth. Losing to someone that wasn’t as good as him.

Losing to someone that wasn’t on his level. That seemed to disqualify him from getting a chance to be a major factor in Sin City Wrestling.

More importantly than that. That loss painted him in a negative light. It made one of the owners view him as just another guy. Not someone that could be at the top.

That was the worst of it all. From this day forward he would never forgive Goth. It would never be a hatchet buried and any chance he got. He’d make Goth pay.

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Blaze of Glory XII had come. Blaze of Glory XII had gone. To some, it was a success. To others it was just another night. And to a select few, it was a horrible night.

One that they would likely want to forget in the near future. One of those few had to have been the man known as Goth. After competing for the SCW World Heavyweight Championship.

And once again failing to capture it. It was one thing to fail, but it was another thing to fail in what could have been the very last shot at the title.

The very last shot at being in the Main Event. The very last chance at being the man around Sin City Wrestling. Goth was surely feeling shame, disappointment, and guilt.

But has he thought about the ones that supported him? Has he thought about the ones that had his back? Has he thought about his so-called fans? Most likely not.

Walking out of the WalkUp Skydome side by side were two young men. Both represent Goth in some way shape or form. One wearing a t-shirt with Goth’s face plastered on it.

The other was removing a facemask that was designed to represent Goth. Taking it off his head and looking at his friend shaking his head.

“Man. That was disappointing.”

“I really thought tonight was going to be the night.
I really thought Goth would really reclaim the throne.
And we’d get one final historic run.”

“I don’t know why you thought that.
I don’t know why I thought that.
I don’t even know why we keep supporting him.
Goth has provided us with so many memories.
It’s been fun being a fan, but he has let us down a lot.”

“He’s gotten older. He’s lost a step.
It’s clear that he isn’t what he used to be.
But I couldn’t flake or be a fake fan.
He’s sacrificed so much for our entertainment over the years.”

“He has, but honestly as much as it pains me to say this.
I hope the rumors are true. I hope he is retiring.
It’s time for him to move on.
He deserves it, and there’s no point in ruining the legacy anymore.”

Both men had these somber looks on their faces. Truly disappointed but also a sense of sadness consuming them at the same time.

Little did either of them know that standing behind them in the bushes of the venue. Hiding out in the darkness was someone listening to their conversation.

All of the sudden from in the darkness and in the bushes. A voice was heard scaring both men as it wasn’t something they expected.

“Goth? Retirement?
You don’t say?”

Both of them had jumped and were looking behind them where the voice had come from. However with it being dark and the bushes. They couldn’t make a defined person out.

“Hello?”

“Is someone actually there?”

“I asked a question, gentlemen.
Is the rumor of retirement true?!”

Of course it caught them by surprise again. Both of them straining their eyes still trying to see who it was, but it was truly no use.

“Well it’s the rumor.”

“You know how people talk.
And how the internet wrestling community can be.”

“But even then Goth himself has kind of hinted at it.
A little bit cryptic but it’s still been hinted at.
And I think since he failed at winning the Word Champion.
I think there’s a pretty good chance we’ll see him retire.”

“I honestly do feel bad for him.”

“Feel bad for him?
Why would anyone feel bad for him?”

There was a hint of hatred in that question from the voice that came from the darkness. Clearly not sharing the same mindset as the two men before him.

“I mean the man has given his career to this company.
He’s left a lot in and out of the ring. For us fans.
Many nights of blood, sweat, and tears pouring from him.
And all the man wanted was one more fun at the top.
It just didn’t happen.”

“But what about the people he has harmed?
Are we just going to forget about the tirade he’s been on for months?
Are you just going to look past all the evil things he’s done?
On his own and with the Saviors.
This is all forgivable because he couldn’t win
And he’s showing he’s weak - like he’s always been?!”

“I don’t know if I’d say that it’s forgivable.
It’s wrestling. Everyone does some bad things every now and then.
But you kind of learn sympathy for someone like that.
Especially when it’s clear they’re not what they used to be.
Despite them trying so hard.”

“Sympathy? How disgusting.”

Following those words. Out of the bushes and out of darkness stepped the masked figure known as the Entity. As soon as the two fans saw him step out into the light.

They found themselves jumping back. It had clearly caught them off guard. This was not something either of them were expecting.

“What the hell?!”

“Why are you hiding in the bushes like a creep?!”

“Eleven years later. . .
And no one understands still.
No matter what I say. No matter what I do.
None of you get it.
I’m the darkness. I’m the forgotten one.
Because of one man and one man only.”

“Goth?”

“What has he ever done to you?!
You two have never even crossed paths.
Have you lost your mind?”

“Lost my mind? You don’t know half of it.”

A very demonic and almost sarcastic chuckle left that masked figure for a brief second. Those fans looked more confused than ever.

“But it’s funny to see people have sympathy for that coward.
Funny how you feel bad for him. Feel sad for his failures,
Especially when no one had any for what he did to me.
For what he cost me. For what he turned my career into.
For leading to my legacy being forgotten about.”

“Uh... what are you on, dude?”

“I have sat in silence. Sat in the darkness.
Watched my name be forgotten. All because of him.
And I knew there was going to come a time.
There was going to come a place.
Sooner rather than later, the perfect opportunity would present itself.
For me to get even. For me to get the revenge I deserve.”

“Okay rambling rabbit. We’re going to leave.”

“Oh wait before you do. . .”

Entity found himself slowly stepping towards the two men. This didn’t help their nerves by any means. Both men raised their eyebrows. Their fight or flight kicking in.

“I want you to pay close attention.
Pay very close attention to what happens next.
As I am going to ensure you get one last moment.
One last match. One last time seeing your hero.”

“What makes you think you can make that happen?
Are you even worth the man staying around?
His retirement and peace surely means more than. . .”

“Then what?!”

The soulless eyes of Entity narrowed on one of the men.

“I will get what I want.
I’ll make it happen.
That man does not get to walk away peacefully.
His sins don’t get to go unpunished.
What he did to me doesn’t get forgotten about.”

Shaking their head from side to side. Their statement clearly meant something to them. Despite the confusion it was causing.

“Goth and his career is going down in a blaze.
I’m going to be the one that starts the fire!”

That evil smirk crossed the masked figure’s lips briefly. Before they turned away from the two men and began to walk back into the darkness and into those bushes.

Disappearing within seconds. Both men found themselves just standing there looking at the darkness where the masked figure walked before looking at each other.

“That thing is playing with fire.”

“Goth is going to burn all his hopes and dreams down.”

“This is going to be fun to watch after all.”

Both men turned and started to walk across that parking lot of the Walkup Skydome. Their opinions were theirs, but they nor anyone else would have expected what Entity had planned next.

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The shot found itself opening up to reveal the scenery under what appeared to be some type of bridge. All around was trash, old ratty looking tents, and trash cans burning with high flames.

And the smell? It was ungodly. This entire setting very much made it feel like it was where homeless people lived. Not exactly the best thing by any means.

Just then the shot cut over to the back of someone. They were holding what looked like to be a garbage bag and they were facing the flaming trash can.

All of the sudden a very familiar booming voice could be heard.

“We’ve all heard the saying before.
Likely as far as when we were kids.
The saying goes:
If you play with fire, you’re going to get burned.”

By then the shot had gotten close enough to face the person standing there. Revealing what the viewers already knew. It was the masked figure Entity.

“You might not get burned the first time.
Might not get burned the second or even the third.
But eventually you will and it’s not going to feel great.
And the sad part is. . .
Even after some people get burned that one time.
They don’t learn their lesson. They come back and play with fire again.
That’s when tragedy usually strikes.”

There was something about the way Entity stared into the fire. The flames made those already soulless eyes seem all the more evil.

“Eleven years ago Goth. You started with fire.
That fire I’m referencing is me.
Now by the time I came into the company, Goth.
You had already been here for a good little while.
Had a little bit under your belt.

Of course it was nothing to brag about.
A couple Roulette Championship reigns to your name.
That’s it. Again like I said nothing to brag about.
Honestly you were starting to look like a dude,
Like the company was going to move on from you at that time.

Certainly not the legend you fooled people to believe you are,
And our paths crossed rather early on in my career here.
I didn’t think much of you then.
Didn’t think much of our match then.
Although I’m sure it meant everything to you.

A chance for you to smack around a new kid.
And a chance for you to prove that you weren’t done yet.
You won that match, but it didn’t mean anything.
It didn’t slow me down or my momentum.
In fact I went on to do much better things shortly after that.”

A slight little head nod consumed the masked figure. Seemingly taking a stroll down memory lane for a brief second.

“I was someone when I first signed here.
No one saw much in me. Not a single soul expected me to go on
And accomplish all that I did. Kind of like you, Goth.
Only difference is I’ve always been better than you.
I was always going to do more than you.

And truth be told, my career SHOULD have outlasted yours!
But it didn’t and the reason it didn’t is because when I finally reached a certain level of success.
You were thrown at me once again. Why?
That’s something I still don’t know.
Part of me feels like it was malicious.

Almost like the powers that be here.
Mark and Christian were set out to see me fail all along.
And they were going to see to it.
But then again on the other side of the coin.
Maybe they did it to see you fail.

Maybe just maybe they were sick and tired of you.
Whining, complaining, crying, and trying to make them feel guilty for why you weren’t at the top.
So they tossed you to me to shut you up.
No matter what though. At the end of the day. . .
I’m the one that dropped the ball a second time.”

For the first time since the shot opened up. Entity let his eyes leave the fire to come up to the cameras.

“That second loss was the deciding factor on me.
Losing to you in that situation. It made Mark give up on me.
It made Christian give up on me. It made the fans turn on me.
Even laugh at me. That loss was the nail in the coffin to my career.
That nail didn’t come for a couple months later.
But it was the end for me.

That loss to you led to me not getting a contract extension.
It led to Mark telling me to my face I wasn’t worth the money I was asking for.
It led to me not getting a spot in the Hall of Fame.
Despite every other worthless tom, dick, and harry having a spot.
And in the end it led to my career being erased. My legacy is forgotten.

I admit that I’m at fault. I’m the one that dropped the ball.
But you’re to blame more than anything Goth.
Because you should have never been in that position to begin with.
To make matters worse though, you didn’t think about me or how that affected me.
Why would you after all Goth? You’re a selfish prick and you only cared about one thing.”

Their silence consumed them for a moment. Long enough for them to fumble with that black trash bag they had in their hand the entire time.

Digging inside the bag for a couple seconds before pulling out the SCW World Heavyweight Championship. Or rather a replica of said championship.

Entity held it up right there before all to see. The burning trash can putting a light on it like never before. All before their eyes settled back over.

“At the time this is all you cared about.
This was the only thing that motivated you.
This is all you ever wanted. And this is what you. . .
Along with so many others have considered the measuring stick to success
And eleven years later. It’s still the only thing you care about.

We’ve all heard it for the last few months.
Admitting that you’re a broken down old man.
And somehow someway like so many times in the past.
You’ve fooled this company into giving you a shot at this.
Not once, but twice in recent memory.

Only for you to fall flat on your face.
Pathetic if you ask me but. . .
Eleven years ago that wasn’t the case.
Eventually you got your hands on this. Your career was deemed a success.
In your eyes. And ultimately when I think about it. . .

By defeating me at that time.
Not only did you cause me to lose everything in the end.
But for you, you got to accomplish everything you ever wanted.
The title, the Hall of Fame spot, the legendary career. Everything.
And that has left a bitter foul taste in my mouth all this time.”

For a brief moment that shake of Entity’s head told quite the story. The masked figure was filled with bitterness, rage, and even jealousy.

“Then you thought you could walk away peacefully.
You believed you got to retire on your terms.
Without ever paying the price for what you did to me.
You really thought that you got to walk off into the sunset.
Like nothing ever happened.
That just shows you’re one stupid son of a bitch!”

Those last few words were soaked in venom. True hatred could be felt.

“I admit that I’m at fault.
I should have never allowed this to happen.
But you don’t get to go on and live your life in peace without paying for your sins.
This is where playing with fire gets you burned, Goth.
Because what you fail to realize is this. . .

The moment I decided to come back here after all these years.
You were always target number one. You were always my primary focus.
I just knew I couldn’t make it too obvious. Too quick,.
So I bided my time. I let you have this last little bit of time in the limelight.
As pathetic as it was to watch.

Waiting for the perfect opportunity to present itself.
Then I struck when you and everyone else least expected it.
You will never understand the adrenaline flowing through my veins.
The moment I released that fireball in your face.
You will know the true ecstasy I felt.

As I watched you roll around holding your face.
Screaming as the smell of burnt flesh hit my nose.
It’s hard for me to contain my joy knowing that in a few short days.
We’re going to face off and I’m going to get my revenge.
But in the best way possible!”

Taking that fifteen pounds of gold in their hand and without a care in the world. Entity tossed it right into that flaming trash can.

Briefly the flames shot up into the air having some fresh to burn. The heat could really be felt under that mask. Never letting their eyes leave the camera.

“I get the chance to burn everything about you to the ground, Goth.
Every memory these people have of you. Every single accomplishment you ever had.
Every single accolade you ever had. Even the thought and the want.
To have your career on your terms, That will also be burned to the ground.
And it’s not even going to take that much to make it happen.

All I have to do is set you on fire.
Doesn’t matter how it happens.
It doesn’t matter what part of your body.
The only thing that matters is I set you on fire.
I win and you’re gone for good.

Gone for good by my end.
Not yours, but you see Goth. . .
I’ve said it before. I’ll say it again.
It’s not about wins. It’s not about losses.
I’ve moved on from that now that everything has been taken from me.

I’m about pain. I’m about suffering.
I’m about bodily harm. I’m about mental disturbance.
All in all. I’m about destroying you in the worst way possible.
So what you need to understand is the danger that awaits you.
This is something you can’t escape, Goth.”

Entity once again shook their head from side to side. The word that came from their mouth had gotten very violent. Very disturbing. Something all should take into consideration.

“At Into The Void. . .
I am going to cross a line that’s never been crossed before.
I am going to set you ablaze in front of the world.
No one will be around to put you out. No one will be around to save you.
I’m making sure of that!

I will watch your flesh burn right off your bones.
I will watch your flesh burn to ashes.
I will watch you become non-existent right before our very eyes.
Then and only then. . .
Will I finally have the revenge I’ve desired for the last eleven years.”

For a brief moment those paintes lips could be seen curling into that sinister smirk that only Entity was known to give. The thoughts that filled their head.

Their game plan for the match was right around the corner. This may end up being the single most violent thing ever seen on a SCW broadcast..

Their eyes broke from the cameras and looked down at those flames once again. The final message escaping the mouth of the masked figure.

“Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.
You will burn for your sins. From this day forward,
In Entity, you trust.”

A very haunting chuckle began to escape their lips. Echoing from under the bridge into the night sky. Everything that had been said. Everything that had been planned.

No one - not a single soul within Sin City Wrestling would be looking forward to the end of the man they all knew is Goth. However it was clear they didn’t have a choice in the matter.

As the haunting laugh continued. The shot slowly began to zoom out a little bit at a time. The lasting image being of Entity before that fire before it all faded to black.

[Goth]

(ooc: I wanted to do a cd part of my rp, but i constantly drew a blank. Apologies to Entity, I appreciate the opportunity. but I'm just having trouble finding the right thing to write for the character as that is why i am retiring him.

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Lost in the darkness
I fade from the light
Faith of my father, my brother, my Maker and Savior
Help me make it through the night
Blood on my conscious
And murder in mind
Out of the gloom I rise up from my tomb into impending doom
Now my body is my shrine
The blood runs free, the rain turns red
Give me the wine, you keep the bread
The voices echo in my head
Is God alive or is God dead?
Is God dead?
A piece of paper with the opening lyrics of Black Sabbath’s Is God Dead? Lyrics scratched and pinned upon a wall with a dagger. Candles are burning on either side of the piece of paper as a hand can suddenly be seen resting against it, digging its fingers into the wall as we hear a heavy breathing mixed with soft coughing.

“Is God Dead?”
The raspy voice can be heard, soft laughter follows as the heavy breathing continues as the breathing causes the fire to move from left to right.

“A question that in one fashion or another has captivated our fucked up minds for an eternity, questions that keeps the human brain pondering why we you idiots are such a foolish morons when it comes down to faith. But then again, for some reason we cannot live without can’t we??”

The fingers dig in the wall, causing drops of blood to drip down the wall until it comes in contact with the floor underneath. The muscles upon the arm start to tense due to the strain that the figure is putting on it. Another hand places itself upon the other side of the candles, repeating the same thing that happened earlier.

“It’s almost the question, is Goth really retired? Or is he a hypocrite that cannot stay away from the six sided ring?”

“Whatever it is, people just don’t want to believe the reality when it is presented in front of their eyes, blinding them with the truth as they wish to believe in lies and deceit. And what happens if I wanted to go away?”

“I got sucked back into that one thing I started to hate”

The coughing continues, the sound of the man having trouble inhaling the foul stench of oxygen inside the dirty room is visible. We see the camera slowly start to turn towards the shape of Goth, a shape that we cannot identify with the man that we have grown custom to throughout the last few years. The man that promised to retire if he did not win the world title, a promise that he had kept until the strange Entity attacked him. An assault that had caused him to wonder why, even if it was for a few moments as he had realized that there is only one medicine for him to turn his back to the sport that made him infamous by crushing it with his own two hands.

“Entity…., I guess the saying of everyone’s entitled to his fifteen minutes of fame has surely been one of high importance isn’t it?? Because I cannot remember to have ever faced someone that would dare to hide his miserable identity behind a mask…. And that includes a man by the name of Metamania… a luchador that had an identity crises beyond the years of his existence. But for you? For you it is nothing but hiding a lie isn’t it?? A lie that you wish to hide for everyone that cares, sadly for you that I have to inform you that as long as the Herald of Fath does not care…. That nobody else will either…”

“But you already knew that didn’t you?? It’s why a coward like you tried to tug upon my wardrobe, remembering how that caused Jesus to notice a sick woman from draining some of his power to be healed. But what is your purpose little cockroach of a liying son of a bitch?? Do you wish to be healed? Or do you merely wish to look into the eyes of the man that has stared into the dark realm of death over and over again as it has bored me… IT BORED ME!!!”

Goth places his bloodied fingers upon his chest, slowly dragging it down his chest as we see a trail of blood following its path.

“I WANTED TO RETIRE!! START A FAMILY!!! TRAIN MY WIFE AND LOOK ON WITH PRIDE WHILE LETTING MY CAREER BEHIND ME!! But no, I cannot do what I want to do right?? And all I have to do is to crush the life out of a man that is a bitch, a man that is a cockroach and a lying son of a fucking asshole. You know something? I am not even going to listen anymore, I am not even going to react to reason. Hell, I my not even going to show up just to watch the misery drip down from your masked face just like the blood that is upon these hands.”

“Are you still following me Entity??”

A loud sinister laugh can be heard, Goth crosses his arms across his chest, staring at the bloodied ends of his fingers as if he is mesmerized by the dripping of the blood.

“And what tale should I tell you Entity? What Biblical reference can I use for the Serpent act that you tried to pull on me?? Oh I know, the classical tale of the Devil who put doubt upon his brain and tried to rationalize everything with him in the hope of questioning HIS very own destiny?”

There’s a moment of silence

“I will tell you a funny story Entity, a story of the chicken that tried to cross the road.”

The sinister laughter can be heard as it echoes within the four walls of the small room that is dimly lit.

“Tick Tock, hear the cackling of the chicken that is outside of it’s normal habitat, clueless to where It’s destination may lead it… The promised land? Or merely being subdued to the hellacious fires of damnation??”

“You may ask yourself whether I have lost my mind, or whether I should start to write children stories of the mentally deranged human beings that apparently is taking over the world. But that’s the problem of you being so similar to the mindless chicken. Because neither of you know what direction that you are seeking, just using your animalistic nature to take over without just asking this one simple question.”

Goth turns his attention towards the piece of paper that is stuck against the wall with a sickening smile.

“Is Goth dead??”

There’s a moment of silence, he turns his head back before starting to talk to himself, whispering something that is unable to be detected by the microphone as he closes his fists. Digging the knuckles into the flesh of his chest, heaving heavily in an attempt to suck in as much oxygen into his lungs before letting out a low sigh.

“The answer to your mindless stupidity is that I will live on forever!! Yet I choose to be dead for people like you. No longer can you hide behind the excuses of that I have died for your sins, no longer will I listen to your mindless promises to change your life for the better. Because you only run to ME when you are in trouble isn’t it?? Just like a little child that runs to his daddy, telling him that the bullies in his class room have been picking on him.”

“The only difference is that you try to be the bully, trying to punish me, trying to laugh and point at me as a mindless little hyena. Laughing in the shadows, hoping for me not to notice isn’t it?? Wishing that I would stay away, in order for you to claim that I have hid in the darkness and you are the big winner of whatever deranged belief that you uphold!!”

“And all I can say is that I don’t care Entity…, hell. I could even call you Larry. Because that is the impact that you have made upon me, the fact that you need to lower MYSELF to your level is beyond me. It is frustrating to realize when you hear these words that you will be lying in bed awake, asking yourself whether everything that I have said is true. Asking yourself what it all means?? Because all you are accustomed to hear is that people tell you that they will beat you, that they are better than you and that you are nothing but a desperate attention seeker….”

“Does that cover it all Entity?? Does that make you remember all the frustrating people can be because they are only focused upon your identity?? Do you promise the winner to give them the opportunity to rip off the mask and reveal your face? Just like a desperate father would promise his bitch of a child an ice cream if they keep their mouth shut for five single minutes. And you know why people are this desperate Entity??”

We see Goth breath heavily through his nose, watching his nostrils open and close with every breath he takes and exhales before slapping his face a few times with both hands.

“Because they are without direction!! They base their lives with how much money they have and all the expensive properties that they have bought!! People want to have establish their superiority through everything that is meaningful to them!! And yet, all that you need is me…. And you could not take it that I didn’t offer you that opportunity to stand in the same ring with me. You were screaming like a sixteen year old girl, that isn’t happy with the car that she has received upon her sweet sixteen because it is a manual instead of a stick driven car!! You want to be the one that deserves everything that I got… and yet you will be left empty handed after our match Entity. Because even though I am in this match for the obvious reasons, you will garnere nothing. Because it’s all about me, the fact that the people will get to receive a bonus match on my storied career. Ticket sales have gone through the roof ever since that this match was announced. Because they want to tell their children one day that they were at the final match, the match that was shoved down my throat, because I wasn’t allowed to retire on MY OWN TERMS!!!”

“Does it make you happy? Believing that you had driven a knife in my back?? Having sold me out for a few gold coins?? You do know that the man who did that ultimately hung himself right?? Talking about staring onto the opposing direction that you had believed it would direct you into. Oh no Entity, there will be nothing that you will gain besides just another x in your match column. A forgotten memory eventually behind the mediocre career that is yours.”

Goth mocking applauds the right hand in his left, a slow and steady pace that echoes in the vicinity that he is standing in.

"Congratulations, be proud of finally achieving something. Because after the bell has rang it will be me that will turn my back to you for the final time. Signalling that what you have already knew beforehand. That I have never cared about you, that I never considered you to be anything BUT a joke. And that you can run off to management, run your mouth and plead all that you want. But you will never get the taste upon those lips once again of what it is like to have been in the ring with a legend like me.”

“Because you will realize that you didn’t deserve to be in my presence, you weren’t even ready to get yourself mentally prepared for the man of my calibre. A man that you watched and lose his last shot at the world title, thinking that you could hover above my head as a vulture that is waiting for me to surrender to the unbearable heat of the desert… Right?? RIGHT??!!!!”

“Don’t fool yourself Entity, I am going to retire after this thing that you hold so dear. I am going to walk away and hang up my wrestling tights and boots for the very last time. And I suggest for everyone that has the wild ideas of attacking me afterwards, I can already tell you that my contract is already over and I intend to laugh you in the face and tell you that you are too late. Just like I should have done to you, but I guess I will have to make an example out of you to maintain that grip I want to hold upon everyone else out there. That I am off limits after this Sunday. And that I am the most dominant legend that has ever… EVER graced the six sided ring of Sin City Wrestling… So in answer to the seemingly unanswered question…”

He turns his gaze towards the letter and smirks.

“Is Goth dead???”

He smirks as he shakes his head.

“I will make you wish that I was Entity, because I will live on forever in the misery that is your life… And that I will haunt you for eternity as you realize that you will NEVER see the end of it…. And that you have failed…. Farewell to you my friend, farewell…”

With that the shot fades for the very last time.