apologies if it isn't what i expected. i had a rp saved at work but the computer has fucked me up today so i had to write something at home and i had some issues today also at my fed
so here it is
Days like these make me remember the days where I just had to scratch crumms of bread together to make through the day. The days where you would value death over life and where you wonder to yourself of how you would make it to the sun would shine once again. These days where I lived to serve myself to fight against boredom and agonizing silence… the days where I questioned whether I was alive, or merely a catch for the world to witness… I shall never know….. will you??
A scene opens up inside closet, a closet that has it’s door opened up and two legs are kicked out of it. Spread wide on the floor as the remainder is inside of the closet, consisting of lots of clothing and rubbish. We can see some smoke come through the shirts, clearly someone is smoking a cigarette.
“I know what you are thinking….”
A voice can be heard talking from the closet, followed by a snicker or two from the figure.
“I know you must be thinking whether I forgot to put on a shirt or not right? Because let’s face it, that’s the 10 million dollar question. But just instead of spoiling the surprise, I’m going to let you guess….”
Another chuckle can be heard as he takes another sigh from his cigarette before blowing out some more smoke
“I’ve heard the term coming out of the closet, where people would suggest that my sexual preference is something that others wouldn’t have expected from me. But is this the big mystery? Now wouldn’t that be too obvious? Like the obvious fact that there are people out there that know every secret of my long and storied career in the many wrestling feds that I’ve been in. But facts don’t tell the story now does it? Facts only show the statistics of the many wins and losses that I’ve endured inside the ring. It never told the tale of how much I enjoyed inflicting pain upon myself and the others… the fact that I had to fight my way up to earn enough money to pay the rent of my one room apartment. And that was something I have to learn to cherish at a real young age… and now? I can get my hands on every Armani shirt I can find. And I still prefer to get my own shirts at a local dump… because they fit so well.”
“Just looking back at the days of my debut in the GWA… I was a nobody, I lost four of my first five matches. And for what reason? Because I was simply not good enough. I just didn’t had what it took to become the very best that I’m today… and did that bug me? Fuck yeah it did, the hottest star coming out of a dump indy fed had to claw his way back to the top once again. And we all know that we wrestling big shots have a big time ego that can only be compared to the Good Year Blimp… “
The figure pulls up his left leg, placing his foot down on the cold concrete floor. The foot shows some effects of the cold floor as it tenses up a bit.
“And then I had to learn my craft from a group of idiots, a group of idiots that thought that they were still hot. 3 men that were on the trail of once being the biggest name in pro wrestling, to the point of where they were just buying bags of potato chips to gain some air time on their national television. Then you had a guy that was the Godfather of Twilight, playing his vampire role til the point where he was in a permanent state of being a period fucking shithole. Then you had the Canadian Destroyer.. please, since when has Canada destroyed anything except some Ice Hockey puck? Then his tag team partner, the Devastator.. the American version of his tag team partner. Clearly these two were an Internaitonal sensation, giving each other free green card passes to eat Turkey at Thanksgiving at their respected countries. And who had to carry those fat asses? Me and my tag team brother, the two nobodies had to carry the backs of those overweighed fuckers. Please, one of them was the world champion and lost the belt to a clown. For crying out loud, I remember myself thinking whether I was inside the Muppets show or a wrestling stable”
“And then they were surprised I left the gang”
The figure chuckles, he slowly rises up from the closet and he shows his face. We recognize the figure to be Goth, the owner of the AWA and a wrestler in the SCW.
“The look on the face of my brother, amazing. The fact that the son of a bitch never saw it coming. His trust worthy tag team partner, the brother he relied on. The man that wore the Airborne championship and the Tag team championships at the same time at one moment. Defending both titles successfully on one given Pay Per View. Pinning men in both matches that I was in… I was on top of the world and I was enjoying the highs that I was getting. Realising that I was too big for the chumps that thought I would play second fiddle to them my entire career. Who am I? a young stupid kid that makes a beer belly look good? Fuck no, I made a career fucking over others in a fashion that would make butchers look like saints on a cross”
“I know that one day I would come to the point where I would be the fed veteran and there would be a hungry new kid. I know the day would come that I have to fight even harder to maintain in the position that I am in right now than I had to when I got there. But isn’t that what life is all about? Pushing away the date where you have to bow down your head for someone else? As if there is someone out there that would bend down my head…”
My mind goes back to the day that I beat down challengers in one night, once for my singles championship and then only a few matches later a gruesome Tag team match inside Hell in a Cell. I mean who would do something like that?? At least not someone that is sane, but then again. Since when have I been labelled sane???”
Goth chuckles as he shakes off his thoughts.
“Tt’s fun I suddenly am thrown into something that I never was part off in the first place. I mean seriously, two guys fighting a war amongst themselves as they are owners of the place? I mean seriously? I have gone through that shit before and I just broke down the one person that got in my face. I’m the soul owner of my company, I earn millions by the second. Hell, I make the rules and I break them whenever I feel like it. I guess Mark and Chris can’t live without each other, so they are fighting like a couple that cannot find a pen to sign their divorce papers. Or are they perhaps so fucked up in the brain that they like to be spanked? I’ts quite amusing wouldn’t you agree?”
“So what do they do, they start to come up with an idea and the week after the other bitch comes up with the best way to imitate someone. You put on someone elses pants and then fart in it so hard that you got no more oxygen to their brains and then fall asleep. Oh man, I feel like a brain fart coming up so hard that I just can’t remember to call it either Mark or Chris… who knows, I may just call it Sandy, if it is wet that is”
Goth pushes away some shirts and throws the cigarette towards the camera as it has come to an end.
“And now I have to face a guy that is my tag team partner at the big January show, in the main event. They want to bring some tension in the gang, they want to separate our allegiance. Um fuck that shit man, I mean seriously? I don’t give a shit when I have to face this guy or perhaps a bitch in a dress talking Russian. I don’t care if I have to face Koji or Williams or whether I have to face Shane West all over again. I’m going to face my teammate? Fine, I’m going to face him. I’m going to wrestle him, I’m going to beat down on him. Why? Because I enjoy it, I could care less whether he has a splinter in his nose or got the hots for me. The best way to put down some punk ass kid is to wrestle him.”
“Now I know we have faced each other before and you won, congrats boy. That must have made you very happy huh? Good for you, the point of it all is that Chris thinks he has got your number. I am not sure whether you have answered your phone lately and made a dinner date with him somewhere down the line? I have heard that his Italian cooking has improved to the point that he can make tomato sauce without actually burning the tomato’s”
“No seriously Williams, I’m not going to take things lightly. I’m going to step inside that ring and I’m going to work on you like someone works on a light bulb. I’m going to screw the light bulb tightly until your head snaps between these hands. I hope you don’t mind getting messy, but the first look of your next tag team partner is going to be one that you will never forget boy”.
“The moment comes where you have to look into these eyes and realise the long lasting history of this man is something that you have to understand boy. I’m going to walk into that ring smiling, I’m going to take whatever it is that you have left. Because let’s face it, you are the one that has got something to prove to the bosses. But me? I just want to fight, I’m here to break bones and snap heads… I’m here to make you understand that the ways of the Goth is one that you will never and I mean never forget…and that’s a promise Williams”.
With that Goth leaves the room and the shot fades to darkness.
