Thoughts: I am awake, looking at you toss and turn. Wondering what awful dream must have slipped your mind, what haunting thoughts must scare you at this very moment. I do not know, but I will never let it happen again….,
The shot opens up with Goth in bed, holding his wife in his arms as she softly sleeps. Sometimes twitching and talking in her sleep. He knows deep down inside she must have suffered so much, yet he can only guess what she truly must have been through. Remembering what Shipman did to Lupe back in the AWA. Something that only makes him cry as well as very angry. Yet, he is incapable of doing anything about it, as if he feels he has failed.
S: N…no.., go away.. please…,
Her words awaken him from his thoughts as he gently brushes her hair… trying to calm her down.
G: (Whisper) I’m here my love, I will not let anyone take you away from me. I would do anything for you to keep you safe
The words echo through his brain, questioning himself if he did enough to keep her safe that one time that it happened. She was at home, he was away. She never stayed home, why did he allowed her to stay home. Why??
Softly he grabs the side of his head with one hand and pushes it backwards against the backboard of their bed. Driving his head further and further into the wood, causing him to feel pain. Pain as if he wants to feel what she felt at the hands of that maniac …
G: Why???
Tears are coming from his eyes, trying to find a solution. An answer of sorts in the darkness of his room. Besides his visual impaired, he cannot find any answer to the question he asks himself. He is biting his lip, trying to prevent him from screaming the same question that he has been asking since her departure. But too scared that it would make her wake up in fear
S: Where are you Gerrit???
He suddenly freezes, he looks at where his wife is as he sees her tears flow in her eyes as well.
G: I’m here my love.
She jumps towards him and they embrace, he is kissing her cheeks, kissing the tears away from her eyes as she is crying faster and faster. He cannot do anything to stop it, the only thing that he can do is to hold her and make her realize that she finally isn’t alone anymore.
G: I love you Sapph…,
Her breathing becomes a little bit more controllable, for as far as it is possible. Her eyes slowly close as her sleep catches up on her. He holds her as he runs his hand across her shoulder and her left arm as his other hand holds both her hands that she put in his. Feeling their wedding ring once again touching his hand makes him realize how much he missed her.
G: I will get you for this Chris, mark my words. You will be wishing that you will never leave prison without protection. Because when I find you, I will break you.
He kisses her hands as he watches her slowly fade in another dream. Hopefully a better one than the one she woke up from
The next morning we see Goth awake in bed, his wife still asleep as he is drinking some orange juice. He stares at her for a few moments as he has missed that sight, he grabs a phone and dials for room service.
G: Yeah, this is the penthouse, I’d like to order some breakfast for me and my wife. Could you bring me some more Orange juice?? Plus some fruit and also fresh baked bread and the very best that you have.
He listens half to what the room service has got to say as his wife is slowly stirring. Rubbing her eyes as she looks at the man that she loves. She slowly moves towards him and kisses him on the lips before resting against him.
G: No, I do not want bacon. We like to eat things that are light for us to digest and healthy man. Are you nuts???
Sapphire softly kisses his chest as he pulls her closer to him.
G: And one more thing, if someone of SCW is coming to you and ask me or my wife for an interview. Tell them to get lost ok???
Goth puts down the phone as the two cuddle up, he turns on the television and they are watching some boring program.
S: It feels so good to finally be with you, I….,
She lowers her head, overcome with emotions as Goth brushes her hair.
G: It’s ok hun, I’m here.
She looks up at him and smiles.
G: I want you to rest, I want you to come with me as we go to Australia. Go on a cruise
Her eyes light up as she hears the word cruise, kissing him passionately on the lips as he grins.
G: Go on the cruise as I will take care of some idiots that wish to make a point against me, while I also will be able to take care of you.
She sighs, already thinking about sunbathing and drinking martini’s as her man will do what he does best. A great way to try to forget what she has gone through, her thoughts gets interrupted by a knock on the door.
G: Who is it???
RS: Room Service sir.
Room service enters the hotel room as they are being given permission to enter, setting up the breakfast on their bed as they pour in some orange juice for the two of them.
G: We will take it from here.
The room service leaves as they start to eat from their breakfast as they both enjoy it in silence. Until…,
S: It was so horrible,
Goth puts down his sandwich and holds his wife close to him as she snuggles up to him as she continues talking
S: There were days where I would be mentally abused as I had to listen to his lies. Or other moments where he had me undressed and just stand there before him, unable to cover myself as he had my hands tied up behind my back.
Goth’s anger grows with the moment as he hears her talking, but knows that she needs him more than ever.
S: Some nights he just put me on the balcony when it rained, wanted to hear me beg to come back in. But I never gave in to his pleasure.
Goth kisses her forehead, wiping a tear away.
S: Until that night….,
Goth kisses her softly on the cheek as he pushes her head towards him
G: It is now over my love, it will never happen again. And I will be there to help you to ….
She puts a finger on his lips, smiling
S: You already have silly.. just hold me.
The two hold each other in a soft embrace as they enjoy each others company.
Interview:
The shot opens in the living room of Goth’s hotel room. Goth is relaxing on a lounge sofa as Pussy Willow is sitting opposite of him. We can see Sapphira in the background talking to Brenda as the two are happy to see each other again.
PW: Goth, thank you for this opportunity to do this interview, I understand you at first did not wanted to do any of this.
G: I told the hotel room that me and my wife did not wanted to be interrupted while having breakfast this morning in bed. I guess that would be only natural, plus seeing that Brenda is here to help me take care of my wife. Making it easier for me to have an interview with you nonetheless. But I am sure that you can understand that I was preferring to spend time with my wife than this.
Willow nods her head in understanding, she looks at the camera crew as she gets the nod to start off the interview.
Welcome back to my weekly Q&A show for the SCW network. This week I am with the man that has had quite a impressive outing as of late. Being undefeated since losing his final match and during that period of time becoming the current Roulette Champion. None other than the first man that has ever won that belt for the third time. Goth.
Goth nods his head as the camera turns towards him.
PW: Goth, you have had quite a busy few weeks. Since winning the title, you have been quite target for one of the men that will be facing you at the six man elimination match. Where your belt will be up for grabs, Travis Nathaniel A….
G: Travis, the little engine that could not???
PW: Errr, I mean..,
G: I know who you mean Willow, it’s all good and dandy. A kid with a the hopes and dreams of one day grab the highest orgasmic like feeling of being important
Willow blushes a little bit as she hears Goth talk before cutting him off
PW: Orgasmic???
G: You know what it is like Willow, here is a kid that looks around and sees people get what he wants. And like every kid that hits puberty, he cannot stand the fact that the only thing that he is getting are zits and wet spots down his pants. This kid gets upset so easily that it makes me wonder why in the hell would I even thank him for helping me?? It’s just magical to see him fume from the mouth, trying to sound tough while we all know that he has yet to get some base down his throat. He wants me to publically thank him for everything that he has done for me, that it makes me feel bad that I ignored him.
PW : You are??
G: Yeah, I really am. I did not know that him being recognized by the first ever Triple Crown winner in SCW history meant so much to him. I never imagined that he was going to try and make me utter the words thank you…. So here it comes… thank you for being such an idiot. Thank you for wetting your pants over the fact that you can look back at your career and realize that me becoming champion was the biggest thrill in your stinking life. Thank you for making time free to show us what an idiot you really are.
PW: I am sure that he will appreciate that one.
G: Look, this kid wants to take away my belt?? All he had to do is walk up to me and tell me to my face he wanted to get a shot. Instead of doing what he does best, dress up like some Duran Duran Simon Le Bon of the eighties and smile where the sun doesn’t shine. I was in his face twice in recent weeks and yet he is too concerned over the fact that I ignored him. I’m no freaking baby sitter.
Willow tries to contain a smile as she quickly goes on to her next question.
G: What about the man that you beat for the title??
G: Ahh Lord Raab, now there’s someone that I look forward to once again go toe to toe against. A man that has been the champ for three months, three months Willow. Taking on all comers and he earned my respect. I’m not a champion that tries to mock him for his Violence Title that he carried with him with pride. And you know why??
PW: I’m having a feeling that you will be telling me right now.
G: Because that’s what he believes in, he felt that the division needed something more violent than what he saw about it. I’m a three time Roulette champion, this man is just as an important part of this title than I am. And he wanted to give this championship belt
Goth points at the title that is on the table a bit further away
G: He wanted to tell his tale that I am telling right now in the history and legacy of this championship belt. Kain had to eat his words big time at Climax Control, you don’t disrespect nobody just because you hold a belt. You only disrespect people when they deserve it… right Travis???
PW: Does it bother you that Lord Raab beat Kain???
Goth grins as he shakes his head no.
G: Bother me?? I welcome the thought that when we enter this match, this special match where you have to eliminate five other names to walk out the champion. I welcome the thought that I will have everyone out there at their best, I welcome the idea that me and Lord Raab may end up as the final two names. Would that not be something?? To see the current and former champion fight it out to determine who will be the very best in this division?? Bragging rights, to tell to the other that he did it without this time any interference from any cockroach. To men like me and Raab, that means something.
PW: Strong words indeed, what are your thoughts about the other three names??
G: The other three names are names that are clearly names that could take away any championship belt at any given moment. They are a challenge to my reign as champion, my status as the very best in the Roulette championship. Connor had some bold words last Monday on Climax Control. I don’t mind, it’s what it is. He and I can settle it in two weeks. Same goes to the Big Hello Kitty lover and the fearless one Steve Ramone. The only problem that they will be having is the same problem that Lord Raab and Travis will have to content with.
PW: You???
Goth grins as he shakes his head no.
G: No Willow, they have to content with the fact that I am a man that holds the answer to why I am the Roulette champion. The answer to why I do what I have to do to remain on top. The man that even with every excuse they can find to tell me why I will not… I will remain champion. Because nothing that they can bring to this dance… can match what I do to make you all realize why I am better than all of you… And until that moment comes boys, you will never take this belt away from me.
Willow looks at his wife, who has stopped chatting with Brenda for a bit as she was listening to her husband.
PW: Some people wonder now that Sapphira is back, you aren’t the same man that lived on rage as you have done in recent months. Many believe that this is the reason for your success as of late. How would you react to that??
Goth looks at his wife as he smiles at her, she returns the smile with one of her own before he turns towards Willow once more.
G: My mind has become a bit clearer I admit, but to grant me success over the fact that I was a violent mad man?? Is something that tells me that these people know shit when it comes down to my motivation to do what I do best inside that ring. You see there is one person that motivates me, whether she is with me or not… she is the one reason why I won’t give up and I won’t give in. People like Ramone, the Tom Cat, the Connors out there and especially the cry baby of the year need to know… that to beat me, they have to kill me. None of these four names can make a difference in this match.
PW: Except Raab??
G: Only one man can make a difference in this match, only one man knows best to win this belt. That my dear Willow, that makes him the one man that I wish to have at the very end of this match. To have him for myself, no interferences and to prove a point to the both of us.. that I can beat him without some pumpkin head stuck up on a popsicle. And when that has happened, nothing can stop me from having done what I will be doing in two weeks. In two weeks, Australia will once again understand my violent ways. They will grasp my violent nature, with or without the woman of my loving ways… nothing will take me away from my belt. I pity them all, I really do….,
PW: I want to thank you for this opportunity, good luck at defending your championship belt in two weeks.
With that Willow walks off as the shot fades
Promo:
Sand of the Australian desert is underneath the feet of Goth as he is just outside Adelaide, Australia. The sun is shining bright upon his body as he is walking there. Looking at the landscape of the desert, he sees a car pass him by as it is heading to the city. He takes a drink from the bottle of water as he is experiencing the heat of the country.
G: Why bother waiting to go to this country at the final moment, when you have to deal with the one key element that could break you as you fight outdoors??? I’ve been in these situations so many times, that I welcome the moment that I can stare in the eyes of my opponents and see whether they are ready or bluffing.
Goth takes a drink from his bottle of water and wipes away the sweat from his forehead.
Six men enter the match, only one will survive and is the Roulette champion. Six men battling in the sun as we are surrounded by the battle ground that the Cruise provides us and the remainder will be the Ocean. A pool that normally is the biggest refreshment, but this time it will the worse enemy that you can ask for. Six men, six men with one goal. A goal that they want to reach up and grab that championship that is hanging above our heads. And the one question that everyone is asking themselves, will the champion overcome the odds of five other men?? Will he crush them as he has done in previous matches?? Or will the odds be too much and someone else walk away with MY title?? Time will only tell now wouldn’t it???
He grins as he splashes some water over his face before putting on a cowboy head as it protects his face from the burning sun.
Goth: I have always had to fight the odds, the challenge to take whatever it is that others have to give and to strike back when they believe that I am down for the kill. And it doesn’t matter whether you are a seven footer, or someone that has the ability to fly around your head as a pesky fly. And yet, I’ve always welcomed any given opportunity to take on every challenge that got me in my way. A challenge that till this very same day I still welcome it as it only makes me a better competitor. A mental state that to this very day I have barely seen from the young men in this industry. Men that think that a cocky attitude, a big mouth and the ability to strike someone in the back is something that gets you somewhere. Oh yes it does, it sends you straight into my waiting arms before I deliver a Goth Drop in the middle of whatever surface that I am standing on.
Goth: And yet, we march on our own drum… something that I can applaud as we do not like some people that like to copy others. We hate the thought of facing those who are merely existent on paper. A nobody, a joke, a coward or just merely someone that likes to use to use his sunglasses to be a protection to hide his scared soul. Oh no, people aren’t going to like the old school approach that I bring to the dance as nothing that you can do will stop it. Because stopping me will ultimately mean that I have to be killed in the middle of my arena of war… to unable me to get back to my feet and walk on…. and I know that neither of my five opponents will be able to do something about it…. So try me.
He grins, he moves the cowboy head a bit lower to cover some more of his face as he stares at the road. Nothing is coming towards him, making the road look seemingly endless.
G: Try me, try me Steve Ramone. Oh how often haven’t our paths crossed in our past?? The daredevil, the guy that never stops until you get what you want. And even though you never won the Global Championship in the GWA, you were one of the very best. The guy that wanted to this very day never chokes on whomever it is his opponent. Because you always shine, you always execute your dangerous moves and with you I always was on the top of my game as I knew you could always strike. And let’s face it, this match type is perfect for a guy like you huh Steve?? Less body weight, less chance to get out of breath.
G: I have to keep you and four other men close in sight, trying to keep up with you as you climb those poles in the hopes of grabbing my belt. But even though how fast you are, how determined you are. How deadly your tactics may be that comes out of a blink of an eye. I am going to grab you by your throat and choke you out, it’s nothing personal Steve. But this is MY moment once more to shine. It is MY moment to crush my opposition and cement my name even further in the historical annals of this federation. And you know this to be true don’t you?? You know how I am, it is not that I have to introduce myself once more against a cocky sumbitch that thinks he has got my number but never really got to get to face me in the way that I really am. Because let’s face it Steve, you remember the moment where I crushed all the names that was thrown at me… you and me have the same determination to keep on going until everybody is down…. Too bad for you is that I always delivered, where you often failed. It is what symbolises your career and your flaws. You need to grab the people by their throats and keep choking until they turn blue and beg you to stop. That is who I am Steve, this is why I will continue to be the very best. I pity the thought that you have never made it and never will.
G: And why is that?? Because you are too clueless for what is really important?? Always have people around you?? Playing games, telling others to F off and that’s it?? No Ramone, you need to understand that nobody and I mean nobody can make you better but YOU. I admit, I have had great partners in the past, I have had great mentors. But then again, when I defended both my Airborne title and co defended the tag titles in one single night. It was ME that did it, it was ME that pinned both challengers for me to beat. Or whether it was surviving the destructive nature of the Psycho Circus of facing ten other men. And you know that this is true huh Steve?? You saw me fight on and on, you saw me beat the men that had to be beat. Winning my first ever PC match, securing my second ever Global championship. Becoming a man at that very moment, realizing that I had that one thing that YOU don’t have. Still after how many years Steve? How many years have you been crawling upwards in the hope of someone making a mistake?? Because you can’t do it upon your own… and don’t try to make the mistake of naming TNA… because that was just a joke…. But then again, you are not that stupid to think that now aren’t you??
He shakes his head, not caring whether Ramone would believe it or not.
But don’t worry Steve, maybe if you are lucky I will make you come close to it. To keep your hunger high in your desire to grab this championship belt. Because I don’t want to kill your hunger right away, but then again. I’m not going to hesitate to send you flying into the pool and cool you off where it will ultimately comes down to me going for the next victim in this match. Because let’s face it, I am not having any opponents. You guys are my victims and you are one of them Steve… deal with it.
G: Try me, try me… Are you going to try me Connor?? Let’s face it, you are the only one of this group of victims that holds a victory over me in this federation. Then again, you got broken down because your tag team partner was nothing to you huh?? So I can imagine that you want to show the world how you are going to rebound from a meaningless tag team match. By taking home the Roulette championship belt with you. To the nobodies, to show the world that you mean something. And I wonder, what is it Connor?? Why would you actually mean something to anyone?? Because let’s face it, you are merely a mouth that loves to feed our ears with bullshit and nonsense. It’s ok though, because just like the joke that I will discuss later. Big mouths is all that matters to you, it hides the fact that your ability could be compared to mediocre or just plain and simple nothing. Is that what makes you believe in your own hopes and dreams?? To reach out that X over that pool and climb towards the championship. In the hopes of dethroning me and become somebody?? Isn’t that something that you wish prevent from happening?? You see, a nobody is often overlooked. Ask TNA what it is like to be overlooked, to be ignored and laughed at for his lack of whatever it is that matters. And yet, I can honestly understand that you wish to separate yourself from the notion that you are an equal to someone like Travis. Maybe in this match you can show the world that he is beyond the bullshit that he throws up from his mouth. But then again, it would be a disrespectful gesture to ignore you as my anger is aimed mostly at one man.
G: You Connor, has it occurred to you that you are now in a match where it really means something?? To reach out and outsmart five other men to not only climb those poles and crawl to the middle of the X. but also to be able to grab it, just think of it. Most people won’t even make it to the top of the pole before being assaulted in the pool. Can you grasp that thought Connor?? To step out of the shadows of being a nobody and do something that makes you the man in the Roulette division. But you won’t, you are too unstable. You are too cocky, you are to ignorant to figure it out what it really is all about. Most of those idiots like you can only think of climbing the poles as soon as possible… while when it comes down to me, I just want to break all of you. Dumping you in the pool and watch you scream out in agony of defeat. You Connor, you mean nothing to me. As the threat of you once again beating me has closed it’s chapter for me last week.
Goth lifts his face upwards, staring right into the sun as we see a hawk fly high in the air as it passes the sun. It’s quite an impressive sight to behold as it causes Goth to remain silent for a few moments.
G: Have you ever wanted to soar high in the ranks of the wrestling industry Connor?? To feel as if you are out of reach for everyone as they are trying to grab you by the ankles and pull you into the ground. Quite an interesting idea wouldn’t you agree? To see that the only way to survive the others is to outsmart them and do to them, before they do it to you. But when it comes down to me, it is different. It is to stand toe to toe with me, it is to forget about everyone else for that one moment when you and I fight. Because to reach that championship, you must not just beat five other men… oh no, you have to beat those who do not matter… and you have to survive the one that does. Because let’s face it Connor, the hopes and dreams of ever reaching that title is through me. Just like Ramone that I discussed earlier, you have to go through ME to cement your legacy as champion. And quite honestly Connor, it is a task that will make you either a nobody of importance, or just fall to the wayside of many before you. Those who just try, those who have no clue and those who just want to protect their own hide. As they are merely not Hardcore material to survive in this industry.
G: Oh Try me, try me….,
He takes another sip from his water as walks at the side of the road. Watching a snake slither across the road as it is hunting for a mouse on the other side of the road. Poor animal has not gotten any clue what danger is ahead of him.
G: See that little tiger?? Isn’t that a predator that knows how to survive in whatever habitat it is in?? All it can think off is how to get through the day, without having to worry about whenever it has to shed it’s skin or whenever it will once again rain in this desert country?? Something I have to wonder whether it is something that you have the ability to ignore. To ignore the outside distractions that is slim to non important in a title match. A title match where the only element that you feel right at home in is that there is more than two men in the ring. Because let’s face it Sylverster the cat. You are way out of your league when it comes down to matches like this. A tag team wrestler, nothing wrong with that. But please, if I wanted to hear a cat roar, then I would listen to that awful song from Katey Perry in the hopes of reaching an orgasmic high point of my life. Because when it comes down to a third slacking an non existent wrestler like the two others that I have already discussed. Then I would suggest that you need to find the first nearest Australian Zoo and hope that there is still a spot left with the Hyena’s. Because when I am done with you, none of the cat like family will ever turn their heads towards you in approval.
G: Then again, every animal is entitled to have a snack right???
Goth chuckles as he empties his bottle of water as he drinks the remainder that is left in the bottle. He wipes his mouth clean as he is enjoying the coolness from the water.
G: I just wonder, do you have what it takes?? Oh I am sure that your mouth and heart will utter the word yes. Or else you would not have entered the dangerous essence of life that is wrestling huh?? But what does your brain say when you take a moment and overlook your options. The options that you have to succeed in this match or fail, there is nothing in between. Either you wish to fight for the opportunity to be a star, or just be a second to nothing. Nothing in this life makes sense until you have gone through everything that I have gone through.
G: The patience that I have had, the learning process that thinking that one championship would cement your name in this industry. To gloat over a championship win, only to have lost it the night after. Would you think back and at least say that you at least once was a champion?? Or would you think back and realize that you fucked up?? Tell me Garfield, has it made you realize that the past has no meaning in the life of the present and future?? I can look back at all the wins that I have garnered since losing to Connor. And yet, where would it bring me if I would not succeed in these two weeks?? Nowhere, exactly. Nowhere and that is what I must prevent on happening, my destiny in life is far more sealed than your insecure existence. A claw can only create so much agony and pain when you know how to extract the sharp nails. When you know how to dig deep into the flesh of those who are at that moment at your mercy. But I won’t, nobody will make me succumb to their mercy. I will rip your eyes out, I will take away your final breath and I will break every bone in your body. That’s determination, that’s a hunger and that’s the desire that you as well as the other two fail to understand. Again, you are not my opponent… you are just another victim… deal with it, don’t cry at night after you hit your bed after the match. Because it will get you nowhere…., nowhere…
G: Tell me why, tell me why and then it gets interesting wouldn’t you agree??
For the first time Goth stares into the camera as he thinks towards the next opponent.
G: So who do I pick first?? A coward?? Or the man that I took the belt away from?? Of course the challenge should be kept for last. So tell me Coward, how has it been for you?? Did you sleep well in bed?? When you had an orgasmic thought, to have held that championship belt in your hands, has it been your first time?? That first taste of gold that would only make you wish for more?? Oh I know that you have held so many different titles in many other federations… and yet, you have failed so far to do the same here. To have failed winning this title against the former champion for instance. To resort yourself to an idea to think that you could outsmart a monster?? Oh I know, I should once again thank you for allowing me to see where you fail.
G: The failure of thinking that thinking that when you can’t beat one champion. That you should beat someone else, to lower your standards in wrestling. All because you don’t want to work like a real man, you don’t want to break a sweat. You do not wish to sit down with the common man and accept the fact that you are a joke. I thank you for begging week in and week out for my acceptance. It’s so sweet to realize that a mere mind trick that would help with a four year old, would also work on an adult… at least merely by age huh Travis?? Come to think of it Travis, you do realize the saying that you should know what you ask for??? Because let’s face it, you are a wrestler… at least, you know a wrestling move or two and fail to understand that it does not make any sense whether you follow up an armbar with brushing your lips with lipstick. The world does not care for your attempts to be accepted, just because in your pathetic existence you never needed to suffer. To crawl on your hands and knees and swallow your pride as you are sliding out of the ring to get a breather.
His eyes are telling the tale, his attitude is serious and yet he is enjoying the fact that he is bashing down a man that he does not respects.
G: You are only a threat in your own mind Travis, nothing more. Because quite frankly, the last time that you were accompanied with five other men, was the night that you were playing a card game with five other teddy bears?? Because let’s be honest, there is nothing in you that makes me wonder what possibly could make you a threat. Because let’s face it, beating Kain was a fluke. You lost to Raab in a fashion that would make you understand that you don’t screw with real men. And then our tag match, did it make you feel like it was the first time that nobody pulled your strings?? That you finally dared to step outside your comfort zone?? Or the fact that you will think that beating me down will alter the path of your destiny???
G: Oh I am sure that you ran back home, watched your HD recorder and jumped up and down in joy. Holding your popsicle in your hand, as your diaper was hanging down your ankles in joy. Did you tell every of your two grandparents that has disowned you many years ago of your highest success in the history of your career?? And where will this leave you in the coming weeks?? Oh I will tell you where Travis… it will leave you soaked with your head under water. With me testing your ability to keep your breath. You see Travis, in last weeks I just toyed with you. Now it is down to business, now it is about that what you have been begging for since losing your chance when Raab was still champ. So tell me Travis, what will be next when you once again lose?? Cry to the world that nobody pinned you?? That nobody made you submit?? Tell me Travis, as I am awaiting another clueless and senseless cry of attention coming out of your stinking mouth.
G: Was this what you were waiting for little boy?? Was this the moment where you will swap your diaper for a speedo?? Or is this the night when you will realize that this time the path of success won’t be a red carpet that your goon will roll out for you. That it will be burning concrete, that it will filled wood splinters, filled with metal as I bash your head on every inch of the ground that is underneath us. Hell, I will drop your stinking face on the steps of the swimming pool, in order to make you understand how close I can allow you to be to be eliminated. Because to you it’s all predetermined what will happen in your life, now your life is in the palms of mine. These hands will ultimately end your attempt to get to my title. To take away my gold, to obtain something you don’t deserve. And quite frankly Travis, your quest will end up with your lungs filled with water that is filled with chloride. Choking on the water that will stand between you and your quest for my gold. I will allow you to climb, I will allow you to crawl.. I will allow you to beg… but in the end, you will walk away empty handed. Screaming at everyone that is to be blamed, realizing that the only one that is to be blamed is me. Because I am better, that I am far more determined and more vicious than you have hoped to be. Because that’s what separates you from me, you try to be a champ… I am a champ. You try to be successful, I am successful. And you try to be vicious, where my championship belt tells me that I am… so for the final time Travis… Thank you, thank you for burying your career as a bug that you are. Thank you for giving me and Lord Raab the opportunity to eliminate everyone in this match before focussing our attention to you. Thank you for being motivate us even more and thank you for not being able to succeed to become the Roulette Champion.
Goth sighs as he knows who is next, the former Roulette champion Lord Raab.
Tell me why, tell me why…. Why we wouldn’t be the final two men left standing in this match Raab?? The match that was the match that given night, only to have one idiot ruin it all for the both of us. Two men that respect each other, each other abilities and each other’s desire to beat each other for that belt. Even though you don’t blame me for what happened, I know deep down inside you wished that we would have decided who would have walked out champion. Who it really would have been on that faithful night, the Violent champion Lord Raab?? Or the man that is now the champion.
Goth rubs his chin, clearly he is thinking about that question as he wants to know the answer.
G: I am the champ, I am holding the belt. I have the name written on the belt as being the one as the record books state that. But so far, I need to know Raab. I need to stare you in the eyes, I need to look down into the soul of the man behind the mask. I need to look you closer and closer to the point where I can see the reality. Because let’s face it, they could have placed everyone in this roster in this match. They would not have mattered huh Raab?? Because this is unsettled between us, this is the night where WE show the world that what we know already… we are violent, we are hardcore. We are determined to uphold a legacy that nobody can grasp as they can only look at this title and see the name champion. While I see far more than just being called champion. I see the reality that our bodies will be put to the test, a test where you need to be ready for everything that is thrown at you. And I know what you will bring to the dance Raab, I know that your violent nature is burning, you the man that beat Kain. The man that silenced the world champion because he did not understood what you and me do for this division. Sad thing for a man that has held this title too, twice even. And still not understanding what this title means…. Just like you said, it’s not a title that you could throw on the internet and tell the world that you need to tell your broski’s what to do next. Who you have washed the car from and why you are an idiot.
G: The last time I faced you, it was a match where I wanted to test my ability to you oh fellow neighbour of European countries. This time it is nothing different, I hold this belt with pride, yet it burns inside of me. It burns that I still have to get you eliminated. Eliminated for that what I possess. Stare me in the eyes oh German Monster. Stare into my eyes and tell me does this man look like everyone else in this match?? Because lets be honest, this is just merely a two men ultimate X match high above a pool as everyone else is merely a spectator. Two brute and violent men of nature will once again define the other man’s desire, ability, strength and will to be champion. To have blood flow from our bodies be merely second nature, to have bones break as merely a walk through the park for others as nothing than normal. No Raab, I do not underestimate you. Just like I did not underestimated you the last time that we faced, but I know you will be able to beat me if I do not show up and perform at my very best to my abilities.
Goth closes his fist and punches his other hand that is open
G: I need to know Raab, I have had sleepless nights for months as my wife was nowhere near me…. Now she is and all I can think off is that one faithful night where you got screwed. I need to know!!!
Anger emerges from his face for the first time, anger built by the fact that he is questioning his own win over his final opponent.
G: Let’s do this the way it should be Raab, until the moment that we are alone… eliminate everyone else. Let us do what is our destiny as they do not deserve our attention and that belt. At any other given night they would have been welcome to take away my belt, but not this fateful night. Words have been said, never before have words meant so much to me like they will be today and the coming week when I mention your name. Lord Raab, The German Monster that represents exactly what I have always wanted to face at every given night. I remember Jaymz, a monster of seven feet tall. Who had your abilities to destroy, because he was just like you and me. He was made to be violent and enjoyed every moment of it… Steve Ramone will remember his name perfectly as he fell victim to him many times.
G: But tell me why Raab, tell me how will you come to terms with this match as it comes down to this title?? Are you going to do what you have always done and do what should happen?? Being it you and me, or will it be the match where you go out and do it just merely for the title… if I know you well Raab, you will do what you have to do…. It is our match as we cannot take the path a coward and joke of a Travis Nathaniel Andrews would do… Just know this Raab, no matter who will win of the two of us…. It will be the one that deserves it… And it will be ME….
With that Goth stares into the camera before walking off as we see him vanish in the Australian desert.
