[Christian Underwood]

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[sean jackson]

 Congratulations were definitely in order.  For the first time in like forever, members of the roster had the chance to become the SCW World Heavyweight Champion.  For the first time since Drake Green imposed his will, somebody outside of New Supremacy had a legitimate shot at standing atop the Sin City mountain...

Which lasted all of five seconds.



February 5, 2016
Dallas, Texas


In the boardroom of Duke Oil, Sean Jackson is dressed in a regular suit and tie, a bit dressed down from his normal attire.  While looking at the computer screen, his chin is resting on his hand, between the thumb and index finger.  The meeting went as expected, some resistance to expanding the family business outside of the oil industry, but again, it was as expected.  

There were those loyal to Cameron Duke, stuck in their ways and not willing to branch outward.  Afraid to step outside that comfort zone, afraid to cause friction with an oil tycoon worth billions.  But that separated Sean Jackson from everyone else, his willingness to go against the grain, to constantly go against the wishes of his over-bearing father-in-law, and those who supported him.  

But the SCW superstar wasn't going to let that road block deter him.  If he couldn't get support outright, then he would go off on his own to accomplish the goals needed, then reap the benefits.  If anything, the cut-throat world of professional wrestling made him very business savy in the oil industry, giving him the leg up on those without the stomach for a good fight.  Where other oil barons tended to stay away from alternative fuels, Sean embraced the idea.  During the world tour last year, he used professional wrestling to increase his connections in the Middle East and Eastern Europe...

And now he was ready to grab the bull by the horns.

As he continued staring at the screen, the boardroom door opens and stepping thru is the billion dollar daughter herself, dressed in a business suit, her brown hair resting over the shoulders.  In this world of Gods and Monsters, it was always refreshing to see someone like Pamela, his wife of almost fifteen years.

Pamela:  "How did it go?"

Without looking up, her husband hesitates with the answer.  He knew what needed to be said, but any insubordinate words at this point would be counter-productive, so he inhales deeply before letting it out slow.

Pamela:  "That bad huh?"

Again, Sean is slow with the verbal response, which gives Pamela the opportunity to step across the room and place her hands on his shoulders.  

It was a struggle, that she completely understood.  But it was mostly out of disdain, the fact her father would never accept a professional wrestler into his business, or into his daughter's life.  It was a daily grind, a constant battle, walking that tight-rope between the love of her father, and the love of her husband.  

Pamela:  "Let me talk to him."

In Sean Jackson's life, he didn't want a woman fighting his battles for him.  There was no way he was going to allow Pamela to approach her father, to give even the slightest hint that he couldn't stand up to the great Cameron Duke on his own.  No, he was going to fight his own battles with the old man.

Jackson:  "Thanks, but I've got this.  Your father already thinks I'm incapable of doing this job, and having you take up for me will only embolden that thought process..."

Sean sighs as he leans back in his chair, then turning to face the daughter of his antagonist.

Jackson:  "No, I have to fight this battle on my own.  I have to make your father respect me, even if it means beating that respect out of him."

If there was one thing Pamela understood about her father, you didn't fight him in his own company.  Duke Oil was built from the ground up, Cameron had pumped everything into it, to make it one of the greatest companies in the world.  He was a fighter, not afraid of anything or anyone, and much like her husband, fought to win.

Pamela:  "No Sean..."

Yeah, that response was quick.

Pamela:  "That isn't the way, and you know it."

She kneels down in front of her husband, her hands on his knees.  For all his faults, Pamela loved her father, knowing he had her best interest at heart, even if he didn't fully understand it.  But a physical altercation between the two men in her life would lead towards a miserable existence.  She had to win her father over, she had to make him see the light, and a fistic encounter at this stage would be counter-productive.

Pamela:  "Fighting my father won't accomplish anything, it will just make matters worse for me, for us."

Sometimes it felt like a losing battle.  Two men, head strong in their ways, vying in two different directions, aiming for the same goal.  Cameron Duke wanted his daughter to take over the company when the appropriate time came, he wanted her to be just as successful, just as strong.  But globe-trotting over multiple continents with a professional wrestler, was worse than dating someone flipping burgers at McDonalds.

Pamela:  "Why can't you see that?"

He could see it, even though his own male ego distorted his perception of the truth.  As the Internet Champion, it was his responsibility to take care of Pamela, of his family.  He wanted to be the provider, the man to put and keep that roof over Pamela's head.

Jackson:  "Come on Pam, don't do this to me now.  You act like I can't see anything beyond my own nose."

He reaches and takes Pamela by her hands.

Jackson:  "I have gone out of my way to reach out to your father, to meet him half-way.  But because I'm not some Ivy-League graduate, or didn't come from money, he acts like I'm common trash."

Pushing her hands off of his knees, she goes slightly off-balance as Sean begins to stand.  Before she can stand fully up-right, he has already side-stepped her and is making his own way across the room.  

Jackson:  "Well I'm not trash Pam, I'm not."

The Internet Champion turns on his heels, once again staring at his wife who is now standing up-right.

Jackson:  "I have been a success everywhere I've gone.  Multiple time world champion, multi-million dollar contracts both in the ring and out..."

She understands his plight, really she does.  But he married her, for better or worse, which meant he had to deal with the bad, just as he would the good.

Jackson:  "Hell, I've made your father more money than any of those suits who just walked out of here, and I don't get paid half as much as they do."

He points over her shoulder and towards the conference table.

Jackson:  "They just sit there, like glad-handed yes men and collect paychecks.  When President Obama ground the Keystone pipeline to a halt, I didn't see any of them stepping up to get it started again.  When we were touring the Middle East, I damn sure didn't see any of the cowards heading to Riyadh in order to speak with the Saudi King..."

Something Cameron still hasn't acknowledged.

Jackson:  "But what I did notice was dear old Dad sending Adam over to bring you back home."

Adam being none other than Adam Solomon, one of the board members working at Duke Oil.  Actually, he is Cameron's right hand man, the man he turns to when there is dirty work to be done.

Jackson:  "Trying everything he can to come in between us."

Pamela's expression sinks a bit, realizing Sean's plight.  Forcing a weak smile, she slowly makes her way across the room until she is standing inches from him.  Without a doubt, she loves her husband, with every fiber of her being, not knowing how she could further prove her love for him.

Pamela:  "Sean, I love you, I always have.  My daddy can't come between us if we don't let him."

He tries to look away, but she reaches up with her hand and catches him by the chin.  Gently she brings his eyes back to hers.

Pamela:  "Because if we're unified..."

She leans in and kisses him lightly on the lips before retracting.

Pamela:  "Then nobody can separate us."

She did have a point, it would be hard to come in between a well oiled team.  Two people with a common goal, headed in the same direction.  But how oiled can that team remain, when one of the members has a meddling father?

Sean wanted to believe it would be easy, that Cameron would come around and finally accept him as a son-in-law, but wishful thinking didn't get him where he is today.  Wishful thinking didn't get him the SCW World Heavyweight Championship on two different occasions, he accomplished that with skill.  

Wishful thinking didn't get him the Internet Championship either.  The opportunity presented itself and with all the mastery he could muster, skill brought him that championship as well.  In 2015, Sean Jackson accomplished every goal he set out to capture, barring none.  He tore through the competition like a man on a mission, and now he wanted to do the same thing in Duke Oil.

Jackson:  "Come on Pam, we're talking about your father.  The man would love for us to fall apart, to be at each other's throat while he sits back and waits to pick up the pieces.  I stepped into the business because I wanted to impress him, to show that I was something more than just a wrestler..."

There's a plan cooking up in that head of his.  Of course he's fighting a losing battle, the Mental Rapist understands this, but he also has an ace up his sleeve.  For what Pamela doesn't understand is the concept that her husband has other motives for being in the company...

Motives that were touched upon during the Middle Eastern tour.

Jackson:  "But it seems that nothing I do will ever be good enough because the man will never allow me to succeed.  He will do just enough to get under my skin, while showing a completely different side to you..."

Pamela:  "Sean, he can't come between us if you don't let him.  Just keep pitching your ideas and I promise my daddy will come around, because he doesn't want to alienate his only child."

She gives him a legitimate smile, showing the total backing of her husband.  Now granted, her backing meant a lot to him, but she wasn't the person in charge...yet.  No, the backing he needed was from Cameron Duke, the head honcho of Duke Oil.  Or maybe he could circumvent the old man altogether, take everything for himself, leaving his father-in-law out in the cold...

Without a penny to his name.

Jackson:  "You see, that's what I'm talking about Pam.  You are still trying to come to my defense, when you shouldn't have to.  I guess I'm just need to show your father what I'm truly capable of, that I'm a better friend than enemy."

Pamela:  "Sean, how can I help if..."

That's the thing, he doesn't want her to do anything.  This fight is his, just like it will be his against Goth, and for the SCW World Heavyweight Championship in the Open Invitational Gauntlet Match.

Jackson:  "Pam, just let me do this...."

Her smile was now replaced with concern, worried that Sean would do some drastic.  When backed into a corner, Sean always came out swinging, not caring about collateral damage at the end.  He believed in his way, above all else, and now fear was gripping Pamela because he was rejecting the easiest course of action.

Jackson:  "On my own, okay?"

No, it wasn't okay.  The boardroom wasn't the place for this discussion, too many eyes, too many ears, an increased likelihood of mis-interpretations finding its way to her father.

Their attention turns to the door when footsteps are heard and standing in the doorway is Cameron's lap-dog Adam Solomon.  

Adam:  "We're not having a spat, are we?"

Sean rolls his eyes, not amused.

Jackson:  "What we are doing, is none of your business Adam."

The Internet Champion turns his attention towards his wife, seizing the opportunity as an excuse to vacate the room, and the discussion.

Jackson:  "Look, I'm going to step out for a while..."

He then shifts the attention back to Adam.

Jackson:  "Before something happens."

After exchanging another kiss, Sean steps across the room and towards the door.  In probably the smartest move he has ever made, Adam gives plenty of room as the 6'2 and 220 pound wrestler exits.  Once the former World Champion is far enough down the hall, a smiling Adam Solomon shakes his head.

Adam:  "How can you possibly love that hot head?"

She can feel her blood boiling, her face turning several shades of red.

Pamela:  "What do you want Adam?"

Mr. Solomon steps further into the room, but manages to keep his distance.

Adam:  "In case you aren't aware, the guy has no business sense whatsoever.  His ideas are lame, he's a complete joke, and you deserve someone better."

Pamela can feel her fist starting to clench.  But instead of doing something stupid, she throws a bit of the family weight around.

Pamela:  "I'm going to forget this conversation ever took place Mr. Solomon.  But if I catch you running down my husband again, I will make damn sure to remind you that I carry the Duke name, and will use every bit of its influence to have your ass tossed on the street..."

The smile slowly disappears from Adam's face.

Pamela:  "Do you understand?"

Adam nods.

Pamela:  "Good, now get out of my boardroom."

If looks could kill, Adam would be six feet under.  It didn't take long to figure his luck had been pushed a bit far, and now it was time to let the situation cool.  Sure he was close to Cameron Duke, in the position to get away with a lot of stuff, but he didn't feel like risking his career over the bosses daughter.

Not yet anyway.

Which is why he backed out of the room as ordered.

Meanwhile, the Internet Champion used the interruption to take care of other issues, most notably Goth.  While making his way towards the elevator, the former world champion sees the doors sliding open and Marshall Owens stepping out.  

Jackson:  "We need to talk."

Motioning with his hand, Sean lets Marshall know to step back into the elevator and as the doors close behind them, the Internet Champion wastes little time.

Jackson:  "I need you on your game in Long Beach..."

This catches Marshall by surprise.  It wasn't so much the request, but in the tone by which it was delivered.  It was as if Sean was challenging the Dallas based Attorney to up his game, to go above and beyond anything he's done previously.

Jackson:  "Because I plan on making my biggest statement there."

Okay, Marshall thinks to himself.  Again it seemed to be a weird request, because the A game is exactly what he has brought since day one.

Owens:  "What are you talking about Sean?"

Now seemed to be a better time than any.  The Heavyweight Championship deserved to stay in New Supremacy, and since Drake was forced to give it up, it would only be fitting that a second member of the group become a three-time holder of it.

Jackson:  "The World Heavyweight Championship Marshall, that's what I'm talking about."

There is a matter of fact tone in his voice.  With New Supremacy having rapid success in the title department, the fear of it all falling apart was just as rapid.  With Drake injured, and the loss of the World Championship, there was legitimate concern of everything collapsing before their eyes.  

However, beating Goth to retain the Internet Championship and winning the World Heavyweight Championship would go a long way in lessening the blow.

Jackson:  "Can you imagine the statement I can make by not only beating Goth, but once again running through a list of SCW stars unable to stop me..."

Marshall notices the gleam in his client's eyes, interpreting it as joy for another opportunity to get under the skin of his doubters in the company.  If nothing else, he knew Sean hated to lose, despised it to a fault.  The Mental Rapist would rather cheat to win, to have that asterisk by his name, instead of dealing with a loss.  

Jackson:  "From winning the world title."

Arriving at the ground floor of the Duke Oil building, the elevator doors slide open and the two exit.  The Internet Champion is confident, maybe too confident for the liking of his Advocate.  So Marshall attempts to keep his client's feet on the ground.

Owens:  "Sean, by no way is this a slam dunk.  Do you realize where your match falls on the card?"

It is clear from Sean's facial expression that he didn't care where the match fell.  He knew his capabilities, knew exactly what it took to win, which gave Marshall that over powering need to constantly remind him that the rest of the roster wasn't a push over.

Owens:  "After your match with Goth, there's only the World Bombshell match before the Main Event.  It is quite possible that you get maybe ten to fifteen minutes of rest before having to go out there and wrestle again..."

Sean stops on a dime and throws a hand up, interrupting his Attorney.  He didn't want to hear the negatives, didn't want any part of them.  Sure, there wasn't a single soul on the card who didn't stand a chance of walking away from Long Beach with the title...

It is just, well, he stood the best chance of them all.

Jackson:  "Damn it Marshall, that is what I have you for.  I don't care if it takes an hour to beat Goth, I don't care if I draw the first number..."

That is a lie.  He would prefer to end the match with Goth quickly, then enter the gauntlet match last.  He wanted every advantage possible, to make things more difficult for any potential opponents.

Jackson:  "I need you on your game, I need you to do whatever it takes to make sure I beat Goth, and win the world title."

Marshall, the consummate thinker, places both hands on his hips.

Owens:  "What about Travis?"

The question takes the air out of his sails.  With Drake out, New Supremacy was being championed by TNA and himself, which made the question, very important.

Owens:  "You know he has aspirations to win that championship, just like you do.  So the question becomes, do you throw friendship out the window or..."

Jackson:  "Stop Marshall, just stop."

The Internet Champion begins walking towards the door, not wanting to hear anything further.  The lure of the World Championship was intoxicating, it was an addiction that had no cure.  It was a disease that could consume anyone, look what it did to Drake Green.  Much like it turned Gollum into Smeagol in the movie "Lord of the Rings", it also turned Drake away from the fans.  In fact, it turned him into the direction of Mark Ward, Travis Nathaniel Andrews, and Sean Jackson himself.

Jackson:  "If Travis wants to be the world champion, then he and I will cross that bridge when we get to it.  But the way I see it, Travis and I will put New Supremacy first, eliminating everyone in our path..."

Walking out the front door, the Mental Rapist makes his way towards the stretch limo which awaits him.  

Jackson:  "And then, decide who will be the new SCW World Heavyweight Champion.  But right now, I'm not going to concern myself with that because it isn't needed.  You and Vanessa are the aces up my sleeve, and the both of you will help me with whatever is needed."

The uniformed driver moves toward the back passenger door and opens it, waiting for the duo to enter.

Owens:  "And what is needed Sean?"

Just before Sean enters the limo, Marshall hits him with that question, stopping the forward movement.  Sean then whips his head around, almost shocked.

Jackson:  "Have you not been paying attention?  I want you to make sure I win Marshall, you and Vanessa both.  I want you to make Goth's life a living hell, I want five thousand reasons for him to fail."

Sean holds up his hand, his fingers spread apart.

Jackson:  "I want him to be looking over his shoulder all night long, I want him so distracted that he has no chance at all of winning."

Owens:  "Sean, I think your plan is a bit unrealistic.  First off, people with common sense aren't going to risk life and limb for five thousand dollars.  That amount of money wouldn't cover the hospital visit, much less any potential surgeries.  Secondly, the only people who will try are the mentally ill or the physically limited, which is why no one from SCW has even attempted it."

Jackson:  "I don't want excuses Marshall, I want results."

Sean steps into the limo, with Marshall right behind him.  As the limo driver closes the door, the conversation continues.

Jackson:  "I want that bastard laying in a puddle of his own blood, his own wife unable to recognize him.  I want them to fear me, I want them all to fear me."

The limo driver enters the limo and upon putting it in gear, drives away from the Duke Oil building.

Jackson:  "To fear what I'm capable of."

Owens:  "You're detached Sean, completely out of your mind.  What you are asking of me is..."

Marshall never gets to finish.

Jackson:  "Is what?"

The Attorney is flabbergasted, taken aback by the nonchalant attitude being exhibited by his client.

Jackson:  "Outside the realm of possibility?"

The Internet Champion shakes his head.

Jackson:  "No Marshall, what I'm asking is perfectly within your capabilities.  I hired you to be more than just my attorney, I hired you to be there, to take care of my opponents when requested.  As my attorney, you need to be more aware of the terms and conditions in our verbal contracts."

Owens:  "Verbal contracts?  terms and conditions?  what in the hell are you talking about?"

Jackson:  "If I don't beat Goth and win the World Heavyweight Title, you will find out exactly what I'm talking about."

Then, as if someone flipped a light switch, the Internet Champion's entire demeanor changes.

Jackson:  "Now then, about Duke Oil."


fin.

[Goth]

 this rp is for both the internet title match as well as for the gauntlet match

A troubing night.

It’s evening in the hotel room of Goth and Sapphira, Sapphira is fast asleep as Goth is right awake. Staring into the darkness before turning his head towards his wife. He is having issues to see whether he should be seeing her face or that she has her back turned to him. He is trying to pierce through the darkness before giving up and slowly oves his hand towards his wife. Trying to search with his fingers where she should be, until he reaches her soft fabric of her nightgown that is covering her chest. Startling her as she wakes up and looks concerned.

Sapphira: Gerrit?? You ok?? What’s wrong??

He closes his eyes, hoping that she wouldn’t see as he has issues with the problems that he is enduring. Unfortunately for him she does see as she moves towards him and holds her husband in her arms.

Sapphira: It’s ok my love, don’t worry. I’m here for you, I’ll always be there for you Gerrit.

His hands move up towards her back as he holds her close to him, pressing his face into her chest as he cries harder while she caresses his hair.

Goth: I just didn’t see whether I was looking at your face or not, not being able to see your beautiful face while you asleep is something I miss at night…all those nights I watched you sleep made me feel so happy for oh so many years.

A tear flows across her cheek, hearing the suffering from her husband as she bends forward and kisses his head.

Goth: It’s so unfair!!! I know you would do anything for me if I would just ask of you, but nothing I can do for you to thank you for everything that you do for me… for us.

Sapphira brushes his hair and whispers soft words into his ear as Goth slowly gets calmer. The tears have slowly dried up and he slowly closes his eyes. Sapphira puts his head on her chest as she lays down on her pillow and slowly tries to get some sleep as Goth looks up at her.

Goth: At Valentine, I will overcome everything and dedicate my victory to everything that you have done for me my love… I love you…,

With that Goth slowly turns his head and falls asleep once more as the camera fades

An interview

Goth can be seen in the lobby of his hotel, drinking some water as Pussy Willow appraochaes him. She sits down and tells her camera crew to set things up as she turns her attention to Goth.

Willow: Goth, I want to thank you for your time out of your busy schedule to talk to us. In recent weeks you have been the target of mostly the remaining members of the New Supremacy. Even if you would win the gauntlet match, you will also have to concern that Drake Green ahs gotten a title rematch clause and will happen at any given moment of his choosing. Can you share with us your thoughts about these events of the last four weeks or so???

Goth scratches his face as he is thinking about the question, he takes another sip from the bottle of water he is holding in his hand before putting it down on the table and answers the question from Willow.

Goth: Well that’s quite some interesting questions that you rolled into one big question isn’t it Willow?? Asking for my thoughts about three guys that like to be team players, yet are just out there for their own chances to become the top dog.

Willow: How so?? I have seen Travis Nathaniel Andrews and Sean Jackson work well together as a unit lately. I…,

Goth rolls his eyes and waves his hand in front of Willow, signalling to stop talking as he wishes to interrupt her.

Goth: Travis and Sean working together?? Isn’t it sad that Travis always comes out to a match, do some colour commentary as he has a hidden agenda of his own?? Now, to be honest I am not going to be wasting much time with that little kid as he is plotting his next move against me in a month or so. Then we can spin the wheel of Christmas past and see who the irrelevant catchphrase of the month really is. But when it comes down to Sean and being a team player?? How many Margarita’s did you drink last night when you wrote this down??

Willow: Well…,

Goth: Exactly, way too many. But that’s ok Willow, I will make an attempt to make your question seems relevant and not ignorant. You see Sean is someone that wants people around him, make them feel that they are a part of a team. That they are relevant and important, but the only problem for the team is this Willow. They need to do everything in their powers and even more, to please his own gutless ego. But to think that Sean will ever please the needs of one Travis Nathaniel Andrews would be just the same as watching the alternative version of Ground Hog day, where Bill Murray doesn’t wake up in the same day over and over again. It will never happen and these two jack offs are waiting for the right moment to stab the other in the back.. period.

Willow: Strong words Goth, but what about Drake?? I…,

Goth: The truth always bites, I’ve seen fools like these all my life Willow. I already know what they will do before they even step foot out of their beds in the morning. But when it comes down to Drake, it doesn’t surprise me at all. When I look at it, the first time I faced him. I took away his world title, something that to this very day he proclaims that it should have never happened but it did. Then we had our match where he witnessed the woman that he loves to fall to me and my tag team partner in our mixed tag team match. I have went through everyone that he has thrown at me for his lackeys and he is realizing that I’m just better than him. Hell, even his friend Sean Jackson is finding something out that lackey number three is too ignorant to admit.

Willow: You mean…..,

Goth: Hush, don’t say his name. if you say his name three times, then Beetlejuice shows up and terrorize the living for the benefit of the dead.

Willow looks at him with a questionable look on her face as she did not understood what he was saying

Goth: Never saw the movie??? Oh my God, never mind. Let’s just move on ok?? Like I was saying. Drake needs his henchmen, he needs his boss. I did not a title opportunity to fight anyone for this belt. No, I am stuck doing the laundry for the Internet champion and then have a gauntlet match to please the bosses. In the hopes I will be injured enough for Drake to get it back one day. Well newslash for ya, that ain’t going to happen big time!!!

Willow is startled for a few moments before finding her composure and turns to her next question.

Willow: You just mentioned Sean Jackson, your opponent this coming Super card. As you two will square off for the Internet championship belt. How will your mindset be when you step foot in the ring with him?? Knowing that only a few matches later, that you will be competing for the world title in the gauntlet match.

Goth laughs at the question as he takes a sip from his water once more before putting it back on the table and puts his left leg on top of his right and relaxes.

Goth: If you think I will go easy on Sean in my match for the Internet title, then you are sadly mistaken Willow. You see, I have questioned his integrity as the man that is running around as the recipient of many awards for last year. I admit, he is a great wrestler. But come on now, if he is willing to spread 5000 bucks to get people to harm me for a match. How much more would he be willing to spread some money to win those awards. I mean let’s be honest, who has had a more impressive 2015?? Him or me?? Oh sure, I may have entered the federation somewhere in may, but then again. I only lost twice fair and square and once by a mugging of how many men??? No Willow, I can not go easy on him now. I have gone so far to get inside of his head to do something this drastic, that I know that he can feel I can just taste victory. Victory over him for HIS Internet championship belt and that makes him so desperate that I just love to push him some more.

Willow: And how will you do that??

Goth laughs at the comment being made by Willow as he waves it off.

Goth: Haven’t I already done enough to him?? He came in with the contract signing, asking four scrawny kids that he has met at the day care centre and promised some candy and some money if they did what he asked them to do. You see, when it comes down to me… there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to either get the richest price in the world… or get me relieved of all of this that I have been enduring for a few years… and especially since last may when I returned to the ring.

Willow: You mean your visual disability??

Goth: I am talking about the fact that I need help 24/7 period. Whether it is by people or devices, whether it is in the morning, afternoon, in the evening or in the middle of the night. Frustrating to see how your life changes and what it does to your brain, the frustrations that is flowing through my head every single night when I don’t see my wife merely hearing her snoar. Hearing her cry when she has a nightmare, hoping that I won’t see it. Wanting this to end Willow, as I am waiting for that one man that can do it… that will do it… so that I can say thank you when I look into his eyes and realize that my end of my misery has come near… so that I can be a husband and a father for my wife and future children. Never wanting to go back to that ring and do it over and over again…. Like I am having right now.

Willow: You think that Sean is incapable of doing so??

Goth slowly gets irate over the question as he shakes his head with anger, causing his hair to fall in front of his eyes as he pushes them back again.

Goth: You see Willow, the problem with Sean is. He is capable, he is that damn good. He just is too chicken to prove it to the world. He rather wants other to do his dirty job, so that he can take his title belt and put it where the sun won’t shine. He is not the man that he claims to be, he does not deserve the chance of a lifetime to make his life meaningful.. No Willow, this career will not end at the hands of a clown like Sean… because I truly am the rightful man that will walk out with everything in his life and leave the other screaming like a little bitch.

Willow: I just got one more question Goth. After your matches at My Bloody Valentine are over, the results are in and we will know who is the Internet and The World champion. What will be next for you???

Goth thinks as he scratches his goatee for a few moments before grinning.

Goth: After all of this is done, after all that needs to happen has happened. I will give the world why I am Goth. Why I am the triple crown winner in SCW. Why I am the first man that has done it all before there even was a grand slam champion idea. Why I am the one that has ended hopes and dreams of so many others out there and when they realize that it is all over that they will respect me for what I have done.

Willow: Are you implying….,

Goth gets up from his seat as he walks off, he turns around and grins at Willow.

Goth: The 14th will be such a beautiful day to be in love my dear Willow.  

A session

Goth: I’ve never been much of a talking man, how ironic how people would not believe these words as they know me as the long winded man from the Netherlands. For years I have kept myself to be quiet, for years I’ve kept myself on the back burner of anything that was close to be in the front running position of attention. Sure things have changed haven’t they?? And I want it to go back to where it used to be. Back to the days where I could have sat down, grabbing a fishing rod and stare into the water for hours and hours before some fish would be stupid enough to bite into it.

Henry: You want some peace huh Goth??

His eyes slowly close, trying to find the right word to answer Henry. Knowing full well that every answer would lead up to the same thing. That his mind and heart are telling him yes, just his lips cannot bear to speak out the truth.

Henry: How long have you been having these thoughts Goth??

A sigh, comes over his mouth. How long has the man that has been the hardest working man since may last year been having these thoughts?? It sure as hell wasn’t thoughts that came over night.

Henry: Goth???

Goth suddenly snaps out of his thoughts, he was already trying to thin back to the first moment he realized what he was saying.

Goth: If I could be honest? I think it was after the match against Drake Green. I kinda felt that it was no use anymore. That I had become a unreliability to myself and to my wife and also to you guys. I…,

Silence comes over Goth as he remembers that evening where he got screwed out of winning the World title and losing his Roulette championship to Drake Green. His hand become fists, turning his fingers white because of the pressure that he put on them.

Henry: You felt you let us down Goth?? You do have to realize that it was Mark Ward and the New Supremacy that cost you that match. Nothing that you could have done to prevent that.

Goth: I KNOW THAT!! And yet it just makes it even more frustrating then it already is you know!!! I cannot wake up any given day and stare at my wife, who is still asleep. Where I don’t feel like I let her down, why she would even be with me for being such a

Henry: Freak?? Is that the word that you were seeking Goth???

Goth turns his head away from Henry, who is writing some pointers down on his note book before turning his attention back to Goth.

Henry: Why are you trying to cover up your fears and sadness Goth?? It’s good to show your vulnerability, especially to those who love you.

Goth: SHUT UP!!! For many of years I have been the one that was there when Sapphira wasn’t sure she would have been the best of wives for me. Whether she was good enough for me!! Can you imagine?? If there is anyone out there that doesn’t deserve perfection. Then it should be me, not deserving the love from that woman. I would give everything up to see her happy. And the only thing I know that I do best, is wrestling Henry,. Stare into the eyes of everyone that I oppose and deliver the boom of destruction upon. Hell, I’m in two matches this coming Valentine’s day. I’ll be facing Sean Jackson for his belt, but also perform against many of other names in a gauntlet match!! And people see me as a threat, but the only one that I am a threat to is myself!!

Henry: Because you want to win??

Goth sighs as he shakes his head.

Goth: Because I must win, I want that championship one more time to ease my worried words. To ease down to a point where I can rest back and know that it was not imagined in my mind that I am something beyond that of others.

Goth: That last Sunday, that I beat Simon Jones in a one on one confrontation. Ending another reign of someone that thinks he could always remind undefeated against me. Showing the world that I can hang with the man that did so much to ACW and SCW. To have a past bug removed from my own life as a competitor that apparently is respected and yet, I will be a man that is worthy of anything else but a compliment. But Simon has learned what it is like to be at the back of the line after Goth beats you and that will happen at My Bloody Valentine II as I will reign supreme in the Gauntlet match for the world title.

Henry: Interesting, but Simon isn’t the only person in that match now is he??

Goth nods his head, he closes his eyes and keeps them shut tight.

Goth: It’s so funny to see that this gauntlet match is with people I have beaten before, I have never won against, where I have never even met before or those who used or are wrestling in my own federation. Just like Casey… I can put him in many categories, but someone that is also in this Gauntlet match. Someone that likes to throw people around with his mght, with his strength. Too bad that his intelligence will avoid him making the right decisions and keep him grounded when it comes down to championship. Nothing to him would be tasting sweeter as a championship belt once more around his waist… too bad that his moment to taste will be shattered with something that far more important…. My reign as champion that’s for sure…,

Goth sighs as he cannot and will not believe that Casey is a threat to him.

Goth: And then there is the high flying, risk taking Steve Ramone that shows no fear and is a master when it comes down to innovating his wrestling moves inside the ring an outside. Too bad for him that there will not be any space left to think he can soar through the sky and drop everyone down.

Henry: Technically he can Goth, I just…,

Goth chuckles as he nods his head in agreement.

Goth: Ramone can do whatever he wants, he can fly like an eagle… soar through the sky and take anyone out with a single move. But once in the air, you are vulnerable enough to realize that you cannot alter direction. And the fact that I have been in more matches with him than anyone else can count… makes me the one that will ground him and dump over the top rope and end his dream once more.

Goth: Just like the ones that needs to be started in the first place.

Henry: Like???

Goth slowly rises up from the bench as he looks at Henry:

Goth: CJ Sharpe, I mean seriously?? I thought that after he fled my company, he would have understood what it would take to get somewhere?? I’m surprised that he has managed to find anyone out there to be his tag team partner.

Henry: Eric Steel

Goth: Something like that, win a tag team match and now eligible for a gauntlet match for the world title?? I’m sorry, since when did SCW invite kindergarten and their baby sitters to a high profile match like this?? The fact that men like me, Sean Jackson, Simon Jones and Ben Jordan are in this as well as Despayre makes sense. Brother Grimm is a power house that I know first hand that can do. But Steel and Sharpe?? It’s just like a bad album title that Judas Priest rejected before coming up with the name of the classical British Steel album name.

Henry: Interesting… indeed…,

Goth rolls his eyes, he hates it when Henry does like this and shows nothing that would make him make out whether Goth made a good or bad judgment call.

Goth: Oh come on Henry…, I know I haven’t forgotten about Raab.

Herny: And why is it that you haven’t mentioned him???

Goth: Because there are times where you start with your stable mate, keep them as the final name or sometimes to break halfway open and mention a man that has almost done it all. Just like yours truly, just like the man that sits in front of you and has got nothing more than the upmost respect for Raab. Someone that knows how to utilize his anger and bring it out at the right moment. To enter the Gauntlet after facing Despayre and just rage on as nobody could stop this man… and yet, I have… remember S/ummer XXXtreme?? I outlasted the monster and we went on like nothing ever happened. That’s how we work, that’s how we do it and that’s why we will butt heads inside that match… fight toe to toe and who knows… make some else bleed.

Henry: Maybe you should team up and take down others.

Goth chuckles as he nods his head…

Goth: We may jus thave to do that yeah.

Henry: And then there are names like Ben Jordan, Brother Grimm, Timm Staggs, Connor Murphy, Travis Nathaniel Andrews, Rage, Joshua Acquin, J2H, Ethan Alexander, Despayre and your opponent for this super card as well Sean Jackson.

Goth: Quite a list huh??

Goth chuckles as he takes a step to being serious for a moment.

Goth: And then we have the man that is our future, I hope so. That means he will be out of my way for a bit longer. You see the future means he has to wait and I’m not sure how long Travis Nathaniel Andrews can allow himself to wait for much longer. I mean seriously, when I have to hear all the bullshit about him, then I could write a novel of ten of how much he can alter his own character as if he is a chameleon or something. But he isn’t.. and that is his biggest flaw… so stick with the future thing bud, it may one day pay off as we are all gone and you’re the only one left to go on.

Herny: And who is next Goth???

Goth: What about names like Rage, Joshua Acquin, Timm Staggs, Ethan Alexander… names that I have yet to face. Names that are to my watchful eyes nothing that I have not seen before. and yet, to have been in the ring with would make things even more interesting. Names that I cannot say too much about, names that I know that I have to go through to achieve my goal… and names that will undoubtedly become names that will be history when I hold up that championship belt high in the air, to be crowned SCW heavyweight champion of the world.

Henry: And what about names like J2H, Despayre?? Even Sean Jackson… names that you haven’t beaten in matches so far. How does that make you feel??

Goth shrugs as it is the most interesting question of all so far.

Goth: A challenge indeed, then again. A challenge is always something that motivates someone. A challenge is needed to get ahead in life wouldn’t you agree? Especially as I have only lost to Despayre and J2H… where I underestimated the one… and I wasn’t good enough for the other. I have taken hostage Despayre’s Angel. Only to bring out the very best ouf of him. Something I have told him I was sorry about and I wanted to put the past in the past. The time will have to tell whether time heals all wounds and makes me at this day a better confrontation that I have ever been for him.

Henry: And Jackson??

Anger comes over Goth’s face before a smile hides his true intentions.

Goth: Sean is a pest, a bug that likes to suck into your flesh and never lets go until you get that rash and then he will strike. Something I have to watch out for.. and something I will. He is not like each and everyone of them and that’s ok. I am going to take him out twice as it two for the price of one. No more championships for the New Supremacy as no supremacy will reign upon their lives as nothing more than a joke.

Goth is about to sit up as Henry stops him

Henry: You have not mentioned your former tag team partner Grimm yet Goth. Why??

Goth rests again as he remembers Grimm. The man that he has held tag team gold with before a smile  comes over him.

Goth: I am going to be seeing you in the ring Grimm, it will be a night that neither will ever forget I’m sure of that. But unlike others, I have nothing to be afraid off and why should I??? we were a team, we were the tag team champions of the world. We were domination, we were a threat to others… now we will be a threat to each other when that moment comes to strike. I just wonder what threat you could be to me Grimm… show me… and I’ll show you…

With that Goth walks off as he and Henry shake hands and Goth turns to his wife who is waiting for him as the shot fades to a comemercial break.

A struggle for retribution

My thoughts have raced throughout the entire night since Climax Control. Emotions that have altered from disappointment to joy, from sadness to relief. My body has ached after another war as I can clearly understand that there is not much time. And yet my brain is resisting the temptation that comes with the all knowing fact that one day I may no longer be able to do this anymore.

I sigh after drinking another sip from my bottle of water, it tastes differently for some reason. Is it because my mouth is dry?? Or the mere fact that I still got that foul taste in my mouth that I need to prove myself once more?? I cannot stand the notion of growing anguish that mere inexperienced fools may cause me to slip or fall out of the ring. And I do not deserve this!!!!

A hand blasts in the sand that Goth is sitting in, the sun is burning on his skin. Sweat is emerging upon his body as the heat is getting to him.

Goth: I should have been in the main event, fighting whomever that they could think off and take home that belt… instead I need to school one man and then allow the entire roster that is booked for this Super Card with my wrath… It’s like Psycho Circus all over again isn’t it???

A grin emerges upon the face of Goth, even though he has still got signs of anger upon his face.

The real question about now is….., who I need to focus upon first???

He scratches his chin as he is contemplating sharing his thoughts with everyone that may be watching the Promo of the first and only triple crown winner. The thought turns into silence… his brain is racing overtime as his eyes are staring into the sun that is high above him.

Goth: I usually would attempt to break down the biggest threat to me, simpletons would assume that it will be everyone on this card in the final match. Having to suffer gruesome pains, being one of the final matches giving me a disadvantage. And yet, I have always learned to look at it as a mere snack.

A sinister smile emerges upon the face of Goth as his fingers scrape across his skin, pulling his fingers away from his face as he stares at the drops of sweat at the tips of his fingers.

Goth: Because the gauntlet is merely turning our mental state of survival… either to survive the world… or have the world pass me by. No, the bigger threat is the man that stands in my way, wishing to end my career and by the looks of his track record… I would say he is just as good as me… perhaps even better.

A sigh escapes his mouth, closing his eyes as his hands dig deep into the sand. Lifting one up as he watches the sand fall down to the ground as the camera zooms in on the tattoos on his chest and back.

Goth: And yet, has that ever been the tool for my demise??? I mean seriously… arrogance gives you the confidence to do whatever it is that you need to win isn’t it Sean?? To get away with everything that you come up with as your brilliance has given you the edge over others so many freaking times… that it would almost be too easy to just enter a ring and take home a victory now wouldn’t it Sean?? Oh no, it would be too easy and making yourself easily bored with lack of temptation to beat someone of the likes of Casey Williams without some…. Fun… right??

Goth: So to please your arrogance, your egotistical need to make people suffer beyond that of just beating them with wrestling… you wish to selfishly humiliate them… something I have a lot of respect for Sean…. To go beyond of that what is just merely a tic, tac, toe combination of mere pleasing yourself over the misery of others. Too bad that respect will not gain you any momentum when you are dealing with those who have surpassed boundaries when you were even considering get out of diapers. And yet it amuses me to have followed you career as far as I am allowed to call it like that. You will without a doubt proclaim your existence as a gift to you from God Himself as you just had to open your eyes and feel the blood flow through your veins… But then again, portraying God like deeds to amuse yourself while pleasing your own self with the mere soft touch of your own hands makes me wonder whether you wish to ruin the temple that God Himself allowed you to create. Granted, I’m no saint, without any sinful thoughts and needs…. But I’ve played God Himself in flesh and played the world with my own desires that I cannot quite comprehend to think that you are merely just another weak attempt to please me.

Goth smiles as he closes his eyes, not letting the sun harm his pupils for a few moments as he grabs a hand full of sand and feels it slip away.

Goth: Time and time again, I have seen the weaknesses return before my watchful eyes. Reminding the days of 2007 where I evolved from nothing more from a punk to a man who has been awoke after what… three days?? I know it would be too hard for you to comprehend these words that I speak upon, so save your trouble as I will already proclaim the turning of events that will emerge you to smile and say that I am stupid, wrong and merely waiting to be destroyed… and you know something Sean??? I’ve been wishing for that faithful day since returning to Sin City Wrestling…  As I could not take it anymore… to go out there and fight the world to the fullest of my capabilities, going out there to the ring every single night knowing it could be my final night… and survive it every single time. Do you know what that does to a psyche??? Then again, why would you care. You have the wealth, you have the accolades, the trophies and the titles to prove the point as me??? Me being just merely an old dog that needs to be taken out of his misery huh Sean?? And yet I could not help but overhear you say that I am that very dam good… is that why you needed to prove yourself against me?? Was it temptation that took hold of your own curiosity?? Or was it merely the notion that even after our Climax Control confrontation that you just had to do this over and over again. Realizing why it has become a sinister addiction that has shrouded the judgmental ways of your own kin?? Whom I would dare not to mention their names as it merely has made me conclude to myself that they cannot stand the fact that one of your own has moved on and the other has settled down with physical injuries.

A sinister snicker emerges upon his face, a sudden wind blow can be felt as his hair falls before his eyes. He brushes the hair to the side as his face comes back to view.

Goth: It must be a difficult realization that I do not use the terms of anger like a Raab towards you? Or the proven tactics of one single named Kain that would tell you that everything that you say is wrong. You see, I listen to the words and learn, educate my brain as the tingling sensations overcomes me over and over again. Call it an orgasmic notion of feeling alive and weak… I call it the mere fact that desire of the flesh may one day overcome me to do the unthinkable… the unthinkable that someone can do to someone like you, the greatest of all time doing an unthinkable act of impossibility against someone that supposedly has passed me by. Would that be enough to walk home with YOUR Internet championship belt?? It would amuse me if that would be the case once more.

Goth: I just have a question Sean…., have you issues of letting things go?? Are you quickly attached to the things that you obtain.. having issues of letting it fall out of your hands and watch it fly away as if it is a bad dream. Trying to catch it, but with every step you take to get closer to it that it vanishes out of reach. So what will it be next Sean??? How would you try to persevere to retain that championship?? As now you are the flag bearer of something that Mark Ward already has fled from… how ironic to see that you two are just two loners, standing on an island that exists of just merely a few drops of sand.

He once again lets sand flow from his hands to put emphasis to his words.

To think you are clutching on to a leather belt with golden attachments that makes you the very best of that what you represent. Downloaded movies with a virus that could smash up your entire database to dust…, To think that on the day of commercial love, that I will walk away with the golden championship belt that bears your name. The remembering notion of every single moment that I wake up, that I took it away from HIM that is the Mental let down of a rapist…., knowing that one day I will stare you in the eyes and ask you the single question… is this yours??? Is this yours to bare?? Is this yours to live with for the rest of your entire life as I know deep down inside my stomach… that you will watch from the shadows, in the hope of one day ask for a rematch… hoping that I will make a mistake and once again have a single weak flaw of a smile emerging upon your face. A smile that will cloud your judgment as you know deep down inside that once I take that belt.. it will never be yours once more.

Goth: For it is me that is the key to your career Sean…, you can be the Wrestler of the year all you want and yet you can’t beat me… doesn’t that bite Sean?? I know that deep down in your guts it will won’t it?? Because deep down inside you are clutching onto your championship belt as if it is the final thing in your life that means a single damn thing. Your ego needs it, your emotions will be unstable and all for what?? Because of an old dog isn’t it Sean?? Because I will not stop until I get what I want, I will take away your championship belt because that is what I told the world that I would do. Make the New Supremacy fade away like little bit of sand drops that flow through my fingers.

Goth slowly starts to clap his hands clean as the final drops of sand are falling down in front of him as he watches them fall down.

Goth: You can perhaps find salvation with the notion that sand when it falls down, that it will be able to be used over and over again. Like I will use you over and over again during our match to make you suffer, to make you grasp reality that your superiority only exists inside your stinking brain. Your eyes judge me for what I look like and what I stand for, the only thing is that your judgmental ability has clearly become void this time. You should have destroyed me the first time while you had the chance, letting me live is a mortal sin that I need to avenge upon you Sean.

Goth: Avenging the thought that you let me live, while I was so close to relinquish my suffering. You have ever been in the struggle to give up as well as to resist it?? Of course you haven’t, you have been the one that has been fed with a silver spoon up your ass hasn’t it Sean?? The pearly white grin that reveals the many hours of perfecting your craft, perfecting it with the knowledge that if it wouldn’t work you could always resort of some magical dust in the eyes of your victims huh Sean??? Not that I would complain of making fun of our insignificant other inside the ring… I’ve been doing that all my life… it’s like watching a reflection in the rear view mirror and wondering why the eyes never leave yours… you have felt my eyes burning in your soul for how long now Sean??? The Wrestler of the Year, the man of the year and yet…. You have been wondering what if?? What if these eyes never were there, would you still manage to succeed to be a bitch that you are?

The fingers slowly close as he makes a fist with his hand, watching it turn white as he puts more and more pressure upon the muscles as he grinds his teeth.

Goth: Don’t insult me Sean, I know you are laughing on the outside as you will proclaim the obvious that it would be a yes. And yet, the ones that you have beaten… how much did it mean compared to the confrontation that you have been avoiding all of the year of 2015. Twists of answers and lies rolling from your tongue as you inhale all that motivates you to the point of no return. And yet, what does it mean knowing that you cannot beat me…. Just like Travis, just like Drake on his own.. never holding a candle to the man that doesn’t get injured from a match. Weaklings always try to play safe, but these idiots always fall prey to their stupidity. I prefer to fall prey to my own choices in life. And so far, the choice has been fallen upon you. Whether you could surprise my expectations when you fail like each and everyone out there.

Goth: EVERYONE!!!!!!

A loud scream fades into the emptiness and desertedness of the beach that he is in, he arches his back while during the scream. His hands digging deeper and deeper into the sand. His body is full tension before he relaxes and drops his head between his arms, we can see him breathe heavy while a small tear falls down upon the sand.

Goth: Forgive me as I have been sane for oh so long hoping that my craving would come back has vanished, the craving for the one thing that’s stuck in my head to end my life was forever gone.

He is whispering the word “gone” over and over again as he presses his fist up against his forehead. Digging his fingers into his skull as it is hurting him.

Goth: I’m going to fight you Sean, I’ll fight you with every ounce of energy to make me a easy victim for your deranged ideas. I know that if you cannot do it Sean, then nobody will even be coming close to achieving what the best freaking wrestler would be able to achieve. Dropping my head down in sadness, knowing that I have to hope and wish for a gauntlet match to end my suffering.. wishing that I would not dare to struggle against it, wishing that I would not find enough energy to fend off everyone out there that wish to end me. Because I know that their intentions are wrong Sean, they only want the gold. While the greatest achievement would be ending my life!!!

Goth: And yet I want to teach you a thing of two about what it would be like to live in a world that is controlled by my dark desires and wishes. Because let’s face it, evil and deranged sinning thoughts will never leave without a fight huh Sean?? It’s not like you have ever seen this before have you?? Whether it is the anger of my stable partner Lord Raab, the perfect monster killing machine. Just waiting to burst out of his skin and assault the world with his wrath without even speaking one word of sanity. At this moment he just needs to be fed with that what I can give each and everyone of you that confront me…. Pushing historical facts in my face, as if watching the History Channel hasn’t been bad enough. Having to hear the words that You shall not!! Echo through my brain over and over again has been just as bad as entering a record breaking million times inside the Hell in a Cell. Being locked inside the confines of the unforgiving steel.

Goth: Unforgiving???

Goth shakes his head in disagreement because of that one word

Goth: I have found many moments of forgiveness inside a structure that was meant to keep people in and others out of the ring. It reflects my life oh in so many different ways, too bad we wouldn’t be locked inside of one. Being so much alike that we excel in the matches that people would state it would be too much for any other man to compete in. Not just to boast the fact that we can do things better than the other… but merely the fact that we would be at our best even more. And to think that at the end of that long struggle we will be putting each other through, that there is a golden championship belt at the end of the tunnel waiting for us. Would that make things even better?? Much more interesting to wonder to yourself what it would have meant for our careers when we look back at this one match in the near or far future. I know I am asking a lot of questions Sean, but isn’t that what life is all about? One big, gigantic, confusing question?? And what if I would say that I have the answer to everyone’s wondering thoughts about this…. Would it be that I believe in eternal life?? Or the mere thought of Death is staring me in the eyes while I am laughing back at him?? I fight it every single night, not wanting to see the eternal darkness before I enter my final resting place. You do not know what I go through Sean, for that I will make you realize that you should have been thankful we never crossed paths in 2015. Just to realize how sad your year of 2016 would look like, to have nothing to have around your waist that separates you from the likes of the one other that I would never dare to mention anymore. It’s so close on the tip of my tongue to speak out the name of the unspoken joke. But then again, life has it’s ways to make you wonder why others even have gotten a chance to inhale the same oxygen that we do every second of our existence.

Goth: But it goes further than that hasn’t it Sean?? The sickening thought that it must have been destiny that has kept away for so long. Record breaking successes that would have gone to the heads of each and everyone out there, even us!! But at least we could manage to reflect it as it was meant to be… it’s a blessing as well as a curse I suppose, the curse of fending each and everyone off that wants what they do not even have a right to possess. Because they only see the limitations of their own foolishness. Because the price is right in front of them!!! And they only want a vicgtory!!!!

His face lifts up from between his arms as stares into the camera, bloodshed can be seen in his eyes. His hands searches the sand for the bottle of water that he has put down somewhere. After a few moments finally manages to find it and struggles to put it to his mouth as soon as possible. Drinking it down as if his life depends on it before sighing out of relief.

Goth: Am I sane? Does it really matter?? It’s what I know in life and it makes me want more each and every week. Yet I also realize that there is more than life than just this… and it makes me want that too. To let go of this life, just to be a father for my future children. But that means I must be able to let go of this, THIS!! And even how much I want to say the words, I just can’t Sean. Every fibre of my being would not let allow me to do so… accepting the burden that I need to put myself and my wife through. So stop me Sean, because if you can’t and wont… then I will have to drive your name from my list of hopefuls in this industry to end it. Because nobody, NOBODY!!! Will just assume the position and take my life without a fight. But that’s I guess what it is all worth it hasn’t it Sean???

Goth: And yet, yet I already see the opening that I should take advantage off against you… knowing that it will be too easy to do so and end it early…. And why is that?? I suppose it’s my way of telling myself that I am beyond ending things quickly and enjoy both of our suffering inside that ring. Because then and then alone I can accept the fact whether my hopes have come true or the fact that I need to walk to the back in the hope that the next can. Sadness has a reality check to it huh??? And yet, I can’t stand you Sean. You are the perfect guy that I would drive it’s head into a steel step with my Chaos ADDT over and over again. Watching whether you have a bone left in your face that hasn’t broken. To just see the blood flow from every fibre of your face, to see your eyes slowly close as you wish to let it be over with. And then turn into anger towards you, because it should be me instead of you.

Goth: I guess having a deranged side is just as close as being realistic huh Sean???

A sickening smile emerges on the face of Goth for the very first time, as we see his hopes is struggling to resist his desires.

Goth: You are at a point in your career where you had to make a decision at the crossroads of your career. Young, handsome and talented. Having a brain that works in a way that is beyond that of each and everyone else. So don’t feel bad as your brain has met an equal that makes you finally work so hard to overcome it. Don’t feel bad that I am beyond your equal, it happens to each and everyone of us and you are not that special aren’t you?? Not until that you can kill that what wants to be killed… to have my sanity return and leave the insanity in rest for eternity.

Goth: I know I should resist this, but sometimes it’s just like rubbing a woman’s skin for the very first time. Experiencing her yearning for you… her first gasp, her first nod to allow you to try and do more…. We have had our first experience in the ring Sean, the time to be shy should be over now. We know what we both like, we both know what it takes to finish the job and be satisfied… satisfaction for the eternal hopes and dreams to walk away alone, without having to look over your shoulder and wonder… was it enough?? Was this enough to keep the other satisfied for eternity?? Or will the other return and beg for more??? Trust me Sean, there is more to me to satisfy me than a mere double count out…

A chuckle can be heard, he lifts his head towards the sun as we see him slowly sit up and rub his hands all over his body. Gripping his fingrs into his chest as he scratches his fingers before slowly pulling away.

Goth: Some men have a right for greatness, as we are born with it. Those who are genetic superior or just merely the lucky ones in life to have come to a point where others will never come anywhere near. And now I am so near to your life, that I can just taste it to make your life miserable… to take what you proclaim to be yours, your internet championship belt. To make it something so tempting to take away, to know what it is to watch you from afar as it effects you. How it would reflect your entire being Sean, I know you have shown signs of anger as I pushed YOUR buttons… just don’t assume that it ends there… because I will do to you what I expect you to do to me Sean… that’s how life works when you wish to survive the realm of destruction that I walk through on a daily basis. Accept it Sean, there is nothing else besides this that would tempt me to go on in my life. Not wanting to look back and realize that I didn’t do what I should have done to be satisfied. Just don’t make that same mistake against me Sean.. because that would make your existence not worth it anymore… to look at your trophies, your accolades and all the championships that you have obtained in your life and make you wonder… what would it have meant to you when you would have beaten me instead of lose???

Goth: I will scratch and claw, I will dig my fingers into your skin just like my words have gotten underneath your skin. I have enraged you, I have made you become aware that there is so much more to me than merely the successful member of the Monstimals. More to me than just be the first ever triple crown winner. More than the man that should have been the world champion and roulette champion in the first place!!!!

Goth scratches his face as he sighs from the sensations that it gives him.

Goth: Know this Sean, you only have this one opportunity to make your impression upon the world. This one lonely void in your life that makes it worth while. To have been able to say that you have done something that nobody has been able to do in 2015… just make your award that you have received worth it Sean… I’ll be waiting for your attempts, I’ll be praying to see the real Wrestler of the Year compared to the joke I have faced a few weeks ago or fought of just this past Sunday. Money can buy you hitmen Sean, money can buy you many items and makes women want you…. But it cannot buy you what I have and I know you want it Sean… so why don’t you come and take it!!!!

His eyes are burning a hole through the camera as if he is burning a hole through the soul of his opponent Sean Jackson. The shot fades to a commercial as we go to a commercial break.

The gauntlet of my life

Steve Ramone, Joshua Acquin, Casey Williams, Travis Nathaniel Andrews, Brother Grimm, J2H, CJ Sharpe, Eric Steel, Timm Staggs, Connor Murphy, Simon Jones, Ben Jordan, Rage, Ethan Alexander, Despayre, Lord Raab, and Sean Jackson….

Names of every wrestler that will be competing in the Gauntlet match for the vacated championship belt. Champions, contenders, names that just want to fight as they wish to reach the pinnacle of their careers and one name is left out…. The name of the former two time World champion, former three time Roulette champion, former Tag Team champion and maybe the future Internet champion as well as the second ever three time World champion. The name of the man that has gone through a lot and for some reason wishes to get more and more every single night.

Goth: Isn’t life a gauntlet of some sorts?? Never expecting what will happen every time you turn a corner and walk into either happiness or just disappointment over and over again. Makes you want to contemplate your future, your decisions in life. Whether it was the right one or the wrong… but then again, wouldn’t it be wonderful if you managed to pick the right one at that time… instead of looking back after it has happened.. people intend to look back in sorrow.. in anger and in doubt. While you should look at it with a notion that you could do it all over again if you had the chance… and knowing that I will be there, digging my nails into your flesh and claw my way to the top… I know I have been given something that none of you could ever understand… grasp that notion in life for a change, or just merely shut the fuck up….

The voice becomes visible as the man that is Goth walks into the shot from the cloud of darkness. His hair hanging in front of his face, no scene of emotion anywhere. Just a cold and calculated darkness that covers him

Goth: A long list of names, the bodies that host the essence of those who they proclaim to be. And yet I wonder, I dearly wonder whether they know what they are getting themselves into. Those who have been here before should know, they have been bound to know what it is like to survive. And yet, are they willing??? I’m sure that nothing in their lives they would love more to hold up that championship belt… but unfortunately for them… it’s destined to be mine as it should have been all along. Friend, foe, mere acquaintance or merely a name that once past my reading eyes in a magazine… does it really matter??? Or is it merely the notion that you THINK you have a chance to once again reach the highest of highs that you used to have in the past or the hope of finally achieve something that you never have done before.

Goth: Just do not become delusional my friends, fate is at hand as it is mine to be taken all along. It is mine that needs to shed the doubts from each and every one of you who think I am washed up. Someone that needs to put me out of my misery, even if it is something I do crave from time to time. But then again… none of you have managed to achieved such a feat… so why would it start now?? Is it because it will be all for themselves?? The possible notion to gang up against me because you are dead meat cowards??? Oh I would shudder the thought of feeling all those hands all over me as you try to push me outside of the ring, not even knowing which hand belongs to whom… but then again, a blur in life always makes you wonder doesn’t it??

He brushes his hair away from his face, we see him stare at the ground as the shadow around his eyes make it seem like we are looking at a skull of some sorts.

Goth: Since may 2015 I have had to watch people get shot after shot at a title that they did not held up with pride, that they did not held up with dignity. Perhaps the one or two of the exception to that rule, but then again… who have we really had as champions since Gabriel lost that belt.

A sigh of disappointment comes over Goth as he shakes his head. The anger can be seen on his face when you look through his hairs as he is clearly not happy.

Goth: I know that I was not the first and surely not the last that got screwed out of the championship belt. But then again, I am here for me, not to watch others take a spotlight and enjoy a reign that I want. That I crave, that I desire so much, so much that I would do anything to undo the wrong that was done to me. Too bad for the others, too bad for not playing nice. Too bad for those who think I will scratch your backs for scratching mine, will ultimately have their back’s ripped open with my finger nails digging too deep. No boys, nobody will have me play nice because you asked for it. I will shake your hand after the match, grant you a title match in the weeks to come. I will allow you all to fulfil your dreams of one day knocking me off as the greatest that has ever lived. Just think about it… future internet champion, three times Roulette champion, tag team champion and future three time World Heavyweight champion. The sky is the limit and the limitations of each and everyone of you ends right here in front of me. Nothing in this world will take away my championship belt like Drake Green did.

Goth brushes away his hairs with hand as we see his face for the very first time as we see destruction is on his mind.

Goth: Until you will have your careers come to an end, you will regret to take measures into your own hands when I become the champion at My Bloody Valentine. You will regret to take that extra step into immortality as you all enjoy saying as it means something much more special to you all. Enjoy the futile attempts of knowing that you came second best to me, to ME!!! Even the fact that I respect Lord Raab does not change the fact that I am someone that wants to obtain the very best in my career. We have had our words, we have had our differences. But inside that ring, we both know where we stand don’t we Raab??? And we both want that match one more time, to settle this once and for all. To be a a dying breed as nothing is quite like we are huh?? To the names that I have faced and beaten. You all know exactly who I am… trust me, that what you have experienced since my return will mean nothing what I will be doing to you on the fourteenth. Bloodshed, tears and broken wishes. Hopes and dreams vanished with a blink of an eye. And then the ones that I have yet to beat or face in one on one confrontation. Despayre, Brother Grimm, J2H… just to name a few. Just like Simon Jones attempted to gloat about… thinking that history would repeat itself once again… I have broken him with his idle thoughts, so shall I do to you too. Grimm, my former tag team partner. I welcome the moment to stare into your eyes and see what this would lead up to after the match is over. And yet, the richest price of them all… is awaiting me… because I have a dream… a golden dream.

Goth: The end is near, the darkness will fall over me eventually, wishing upon nothing more than silence. But right now, my mind craves the noise, the physicality and the look of doubt in your eyes as I keep getting up. I will throw each and everyone out of the ring, I will dispose of you as nothing that you have witnessed before. Even the so called giants in wrestling, it does not matter to me. I have bled, I have seen my skin being ripped off my face and body as I went on and on. I have set Connor Murphy on fire, I have endured the most physical beat downs at a regular basis as the only 3 time Roulette champion. And guess what?? I want more, I want the world to know that none of you… NONE OF YOU!! Will see your hand raised as SCW World Heavyweight champion. If you have thought it was a bad thing for me to be dominant as the Roulette champion… then you haven’t seen a damn thing YET!!! Because I have been demanding people to put me to rest since day one since my return and nobody could have delivered. People say that they are disappointed in me to do the things that I am doing, but who isn’t here willing enough to excel your careers in destroying a hall of fame legend?? Have we all become soft?? Have we all become the ones that plan their careers for 2017 to shine?? Give me a freaking break… all you are just pathetic and with that I will do what you all will hate me for. I will do what you all will look over your shoulders for and wonder what it will take, nothing but desire, nothing but the will to survive and to overcome and to WIN!!!

Goth shakes his head as he digs his fingers into his skull out of anger, he sighs a little bit as he slowly calms down and laughs.

Goth: To all of you in this gauntlet match, I hope for you all that I will be the first one to enter that match. To believe that after a gruelling internet championship title match that I will be hurt, that I will be tired. So that everyone believes that they have even a bigger chance to become champion. Because every passing second that I am in that ring, I will be a second closer to achieve my destiny. MY DESTINY!!! And your destiny will be that you are going to wake up, having a hangover and wonder how in the hell I have achieved what I have achieved… just know this all before I walk off and leave you clueless… know that I want it the most and that’s something you can’t handle.

With that Goth walks off as the shot slowly fades to darkness

[Christian Underwood]

 All RPs posted now count towards RP Period Two.

Second RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Friday 02/12/2016
England: 04:59am Saturday 02/13/2016

[sean jackson]

 (rp is also for the World Title gauntlet match)

Some people never learn.  No matter how long the odds are, they still believe the fight is winnable.  They run into the fray with nothing but emotions to guide them, like a cabbage with all head and no brains.  But that's the difference between everyone else and me, I introduce my brain into everything.  You have to understand something Goth, a plan is always in place, you just have to be smart enough to see it.


February 8, 2016
Dallas, Texas
Setting up the plan

The plan was in place, it was just a matter of setting the trap.  Now don't get it confused, because not just any trap will do.  No, you have to know your opponent so well that he or she could never see it coming, until it was too late.  

As the black stretch limo pulled up to the Jackson mansion, the SCW Internet Champion stood just outside the doorway, Marshall Owens at his side.  In a custom made Italian suit, the champion looked every bit the successful athlete, the successful businessman.  

Once the limo rolls to a stop, the uniformed driver steps out and opens the trunk while a couple of butlers pull a cart filled with luggage from the mansion.  As the champion checks the solid gold Rolex on his wrist, he shakes his head, realizing that the driver is approximately five seconds late.  Now as a multiple-time world champion, Sean Jackson was used to a strict schedule because time was money, and this driver had cost him five seconds worth of valuable money.  So in typical Mental Rapist behavior, he opens his mouth to scold the driver.

Jackson:  "Really?"

The champion checks his watch again.

Jackson:  "Five seconds?"

The limo driver looks confused, almost shrugging.  He isn't wearing a solid gold Rolex watch, but his Wal-Mart brand $19.99 watch was working just fine.  

driver:  "Mr. Jackson, according to my watch, I'm about five minutes early."

The facial expression on Sean Jackson's face goes cold, ice- cold.  His eyes, dark, hollow even as his cheeks go flush with a wave of rage sweeping over him.  However, with his wife Pamela close by, the Dallas native keeps from exploding.

Jackson:  "Five minutes early?  son, this watch is worth more money than you make in a year, so don't stand there and tell me that it has the wrong time.  Matter of fact, you aren't getting paid to tell time, you're getting paid to show up on time."

The Internet Champion points to the luggage being loaded, then to the driver.

Jackson:  "So how about making up those five seconds by helping with the luggage?  or, I can just fire you here on the spot."

Why must he act like an ass?  is the first thought which comes to the mind of the limo driver.  It wasn't the best job in the world, but it wasn't the worst either.  In weighing the options, the driver figured it would be easier to help load the luggage, rather than risk losing his job and being forced to walk home.  But of course, that was the mentality of Sean Jackson.  He could pick on the little guy, he could treat him like dirt because there was no way the driver could fight back.  Just like the old saying that always held true...

The customer is always right.  Especially when he is worth hundreds of millions of dollars.

So true to form, the driver begins to help with the luggage, thus saving his job.

driver:  "Yes Mr. Jackson."

Now that was more like it.  Extra hands on deck, making the effort to close the gap on that lost five seconds, all because everyone loves the Internet Champion.  Just seeing it all taking place brings a warm and fuzzy to Marshall.

Owens:  "Nice touch, which means we're right back on schedule again.  However, we're right back on schedule for what?"

The cold expression on the champion's face changes to boredom as the vacant gaze accompanies the frowning lips.  If he wanted Marshall to know the plan early, that information would have already been spilled.  The fact Marshall didn't know was by design, because no one was going to keep this trap from being sprung....

NO ONE.

Jackson:  "Marshall, you can ask about the weather, you can ask what I had for breakfast, hell you can ask me anything you want.  But if you ask me any questions about this trip, I swear to God that I will leave you on the side of the road, no matter where we are.  Am I understood?"

The Attorney nods his head

Jackson:  "Good.  Let me know when the monkeys get everything loaded."

Again, Marshall nods his head as the Mental Rapist turns and re-enters the mansion.  As he does, standing in front of a mirror is his wife Pamela, dressed in a hunter-green Sofia three-button, wide-lapel jacket.  The pepulm on the jacket is cut short for a chic, leg-lengthening look which quickly grabs his attention.  The nipped-in waist and high stance on the top button accentuates her upper body which is where his eyes gravitate.

At first, Pamela doesn't notice him standing there, his lower jaw dropping and eyebrows raising.  After adjusting her long brunette hair, Pamela turns and notices her husband in the room, wide-eyed.  

Pamela:  "Problems?"

She asks the question playfully.  The daughter of an oil tycoon, Pamela Duke-Jackson could also be a fitness model.  She works out on a daily basis, taking her body seriously, the same as her fitness.  There was just something about seeing that kind of expression on her husband's face, even after all these years and well...

It made her feel good.  It kept the love in the relationship strong, the feeling of emotional bliss, euphoric even.  In a word, she was content, never happier.

Jackson:  "You look..."

He was standing there, in awe of her beauty.  Even today, after all those years, she still took his breath away.  There was an effort made to keep his composure, to keep his heart from thumping out of his chest...

Jackson:  "Beautiful."

But he was completely opposite of stoic, the anticipation of putting his hands on her body, pressing his lips to hers.  It was...

Sean stopped himself, a prevention from drifting from the plan.  No, he had a schedule to keep, a place to be, and every moment he stared in astonishment towards this beautiful woman in front of him, was an additional moment spent under an over-bearing father-in-law.

Taking the compliment in stride, Pamela smiles while making her way across the room.  Once in front of her husband, she places both arms over his shoulders, her hands crossed behind his neck.

Pamela:  "Thank you."

She then leans in, planting her slightly parted lips against his.  The kiss, that seductive taste of her lips was what the Dallas native lived for.  After the kiss ends, she embraces him further, the hair from the top of her head slightly below his nostrils.  The perfume she wore, racing up his nose, infiltrating his senses, drove him totally crazy.  He felt the smoothness of her skin, while also observing the way it was firm and toned, allowing the business suit to fit properly.

He was crazy, no sane person would dare walk away from a woman like this, just for a road trip.  But it had to be done, he had to get this plan set up and the only way to do that was a trip to Little Rock, Arkansas.

So with that, he pulls back to arms length.

Jackson:  "Pam, Marshall and I have a business meeting to attend.  So we'll be away from Dallas for several days.  But, we'll be back in time to pick you up and head to Long Beach."


("I want you to understand something Goth, and I want to be perfectly clear here.  Your troubling night hasn't even begun yet.  Much like Adam Solomon and Cameron Duke, you won't know the trap is sprung until it is too late.  You want to hold onto the past, as if it is going to help you for the future, and that simply isn't the case.  This is an ever evolving sport, where you either keep up, or get left behind.  Your problem is that not only are you losing your eyesight, but you are also losing the ability to keep an open mind.  It is closed because you are trying to grasp on to those final moments, those final visions of a wife that will leave you, while I get to see mine any time that I want...."

"Yes Goth, your troubles are just beginning.  Can you imagine trying to grasp on to visions, to memories, while suffering long-term and short-term memory loss?  Trust me Gerrit, after a well placed knee with evil intentions on the back of your skull, it can very well damage your brain, damaging any memories that you have after your eyesight goes...."

"And believe me, if it means beating you at My Bloody Valentine, I will do exactly that, not giving one care in the world about how it affects you or Sapphira.  That's just the kind of man I'm going to be.")


February 8, 2016
Interstate 20, heading eastbound out of Dallas


As the limo heads eastbound on the Interstate, the Internet Champion is a picture of calmness.  As he looks out the window, towards vehicles going by, his mind wonders to what each and every person is doing.  What are they talking about?  where are they going?  how pathetic their lives really were compared to his.  Marshall on the other hand, found himself trying to find that fine line of conversation without being thrown out on his ass.  He wanted to know where they were going, and what part he was playing, while not being tossed out on his ass.

There was music playing on the radio, but that wasn't enough to break the stress he was feeling.  So after scanning for something to talk about, Marshall goes with old reliable.

Owens:  "So Gerrit is worried about losing his eyesight, I can fully understand that.  But Jesus, if he is so worried about losing his eyesight, why in the hell would he agree to wrestle someone as dangerous as you?"

Sure it was a legitimate question, which deserved a legitimate answer, but a legitimate answer would have to come from Goth himself.  The initial reaction from the Dallas native was a shrug of the shoulders and a split second of silence.  Then came the response from the New Supremacy member.

Jackson:  "He must not be too concerned, after all, a man concerned with living life for his wife, wouldn't dare face someone like me.  But that is why Gerrit is having problems getting his life together in relation to Sapphira, as well as the Monstimals.  But stress will do that to someone weak, someone unable to adapt with the surroundings."

Sean turns his attention from the window, and to his Attorney.

Jackson:  "The cracks are already forming with the Monstimals.  Raab concerned about people cheering for him, Gerrit unable to explain motives without fists being thrown..."

The Mental Rapist smiles, feeling joy every time he thinks of Goth and Raab at each others throat.

Jackson:  "It feels like paradise.  Hell, if it is that easy, I'll just pay someone to pump in crowd noise during Raab's introductions, really drive him over the deep end."

Now that is a thought Marshall thinks to himself.  A move that would certainly cause more friction between the two, trapping Samuel in the middle.


("Are you now getting a clearer picture Gerrit?  Despite what anyone thinks, there is no limit to the depths I will stoop to win a match.  I've used twin magic, I've hired people to collect bounties, I've been the ultimate opportunist.  I have used and abused people in every aspect of my life to get to the top and Long Beach will be no different.  Want to know the lengths I will go?  I'm on my way to the state of Arkansas, where the bait for my master plan exists.  When you have the money and power that I have, you realize early that everyone has a price.  The question isn't how high will you go to get the job done?  but how far you are willing to go to ensure its success."

"Believe me Gerrit, after it is all said and done, you will never question my abilities or capabilities ever again.")


That's the thing about Sean Jackson, there simply wasn't another soul out there like him.  Yes there were pretenders, those that wished to mimic what he brought to the table, but didn't have the stomach to pull the trigger.  But again, that was the reason Mark Ward brought him in, right?

Of course it was.  But then again, Sean Jackson had something nobody else did...

Marshall Owens.

Owens:  "If you want crowd noise pumped in, then I'll see about getting that done.  I'm sure greasing some palms in that neck of the country isn't out the realm of possibility.  After all, I hear that is common practice in California."

And who would know better than a sleazy attorney?

Just so everyone knows, the thought of pumping in crowd cheers for Raab was a joke at first.  But now the Mental Rapist was seriously considering it.  With everything else going wrong in Goth's life, spreading misery throughout the Monstimals would be the icing on the cake.

A smile sweeps over the champion's face, which was evident by the raised cheeks and the crescent shape of his eyes.  He shows confidence in everything, but when it comes to Goth and Raab, they make even the hard things possible.  

Jackson:  "Make it happen Marshall, make it happen."

The Mental Rapist then turns his attention back to the window.  It was a case of *let it be written, so let it be done* that he was most known for.  


("Are you sensing a trend here Gerrit?  of course you are.  All the things I take for granted, you are grasping to either hold on, or to have.  When I close my eyes?  everything goes black.  I'm totally helpless, until I open them again.  But pretty soon, everything will go dark for you, and it won't have a damn thing to do with closing your eyes.  You know, I wonder how that feels?  that one day your world will go dark, that one day you will never be able to see that wife of yours again."

"I have noticed something about Sapphira.  She is a woman filled with love, a woman who needs to show love.  I wonder how long she can be with someone who is no longer a man?  Can you imagine Gerrit, being trapped in that world of darkness and your loving wife saying that she's going to make a run to the store, to get something to eat..."

"But instead use it as a means to rendezvous with another man, a booty call if you will, because lets face it, I don't see that kind of woman being faithful to someone who is no longer a man."

"Wow, that would be devastating wouldn't it?  Now granted, I already know what you are going to say.  Not my woman, not my Sapphira.  I'm sure she will be right there by your side, shaking her head profusely, swearing up and down that it would never happen.  Well knowing that I hate to bear bad news, but women of professional athletes have cheated for far, far less.  So when it happens, don't say that I didn't warn you.")


February 8, 2016
Somewhere in Texarkana, Texas


The temperature hovering around 48 degrees, but that doesn't affect the SCW Internet Champion.  While Marshall is taking care of business in a nearby restroom, the Dallas native is walking up and down the sidewalk, giving his own commentary to the upcoming match with Goth.

Jackson:  "Gerrit, Gerrit.  How off base could you possibly be?"

There is a breeze in the air, moving his short cut hair ever so slightly.  He does seem to be a bit confused, wondering how someone so in touch with the business as Goth was supposed to be, could be so wrong about everything around him.

Jackson:  "Unlike the Monstimals, New Supremacy are team players.  Unlike the Monstimals, New Supremacy members are working with one another, as opposed to you and Raab constantly bickering amongst yourselves."

That million dollar smirk emerges.  He is proud of himself, just as he is proud of his teammates.

Jackson:  "And all because of the fans."

Still a bit confused, the Internet Champion can only shake his head.  Maybe Gerrit was trying too hard, an all-in effort to keep the fabric of the Monstimals together, to stay on the same page with Raab.  If that was the case, he was failing miserably, and completely missing on the fortunes of New Supremacy.

Jackson:  "Well that is what separates you losers from us, pretenders from those with championship pedigree.  When you had the chance to have Mark Ward in your corner, you balked.  When you had the opportunity to make the very best of the situation, to have the sphere of influence from Mark Ward to give you everything, again you balked."

A classic case of learning from the mistake of others.  So when the same opportunity presented itself to Drake Green, Travis Nathaniel Andrews, and Sean Jackson?  they didn't hesitate to grasp that golden ring.

Jackson:  "But then, you want to turn around and say that we're only out here for our own chances to be the top dog.  Um Gerrit, if you aren't out here to be the top dog, then you shouldn't be out here.  Drake Green is a three-time winner of the SCW World Heavyweight Title, I am a two-time winner, and Travis has all the talent in the world..."

The Dallas native stops walking, his eyes directly on the camera.

Jackson:  "Which is why we are a well-oiled machine, and you guys are arguing about fans.  You claim that I'm not a team player, but I'm not the one who is constantly sticking my nose into a teammates business.  Instead of encouraging Raab, instead of just being there for him, you want to dictate every moment, and for what?"

Turn-about his fair play.

Jackson:  "Because it is you who wants the top championship in SCW, and would even sabotage Raab and Samuel to get it done.  You stood there in that interview with Willow, trying desperately to make a point, while butchering your own argument with every new breath.  First it is me, the guy who isn't the team player, then it is Travis."

Again, a shrug.

Jackson:  "So which is it?"

Rule number one.  Never get into a battle of one-upmanship with the Mental Rapist.

Jackson:  "Or maybe, just maybe the point you were subconsciously trying to make, was of you and Raab.  So Gerrit, with every off the wall comment made answering Willow's questions, were those comments really aimed at Raab?  When you said that I needed to have people around me, did you really mean yourself?"

The Internet Champion closes his eyes, then mimics fumbling around in the dark.  It is humorous to him, but the few people passing by think the gesture is tasteless, as evident by their facial expressions of anger, contempt, and sadness.

Jackson:  "Because in a few years time, I won't need to be led around by a leash.  I will be able to stare at my beautiful wife every day of my life, while you on the other hand, will have to hear from other men on how beautiful Sapphira is."

By this time, the eyes of the Internet Champion have opened back up and he is staring at his surroundings.  

Jackson:  "It is clear why you are jealous of New Supremacy.  Everything we take for granted, you have either lost or are losing.  As the Internet Champion, I am satisfied with having gold around my waist.  However, that world heavyweight title belongs to us and if it doesn't go to Travis, then you can bet your bottom dollar that I will bring it home.  Had it not been for a freak injury, that World championship as well as Roulette championship would still belong to us, Drake would still be standing on top of the mountain, and you would have nothing to talk about."

Oh wait, he would still be living in the past.  That is the one thing Gerrit does better than everyone else, he falls back to the past because the present hasn't been kind to him at all.

Jackson:  "Wait, I take that back.  You would be harping those same tired talking points, that you beat Drake back in the day and by golly, can do it again.  You live on that one moment in time, when Drake wasn't feeling well and you capitalized by the skin of your teeth.  But to hear you tell the story, Drake passed out the moment you entered the ring and voila, you became champion."

As the Mental Rapist is still speaking, Marshall emerges from the building, ready to go.

Jackson:  "Well you can skew the truth all you want my man, but the bottom line is always the truth...and here is the truth."

Marshall now standing next to the limo, waves his hand in order to capture Sean's attention.  Once the acknowledging nod is given, Marshall steps back into the limo.

Jackson:  "You were relevent back in the day, before the arrival of the Mental Rapist, but not anymore.  The fact you held that world heavyweight championship once is indicative to how poor this company was, competition wise.  But now that New Supremacy is together, as one unit, you will never have to concern yourself with that championship ever again.  Because in case you haven't figured it out, that title belt is being targeted by Travis and myself..."

The Internet Champion reaches into his pocket and retrieves a one hundred-dollar bill.

Jackson:  "And you can bet your bottom dollar that one of us will bring it home, leaving you and the rest of the roster empty-handed, once again.  Now if you will excuse me, we need to get back on the road."

Throwing a wink towards the camera, Sean makes his way back to the limo, where after stepping in, the limo driver closes the door and makes his way to the drivers side door.


("Jesus Christ Gerrit, you can't be that freaking brain-dead, can you?  New Supremacy is vying for the championship and you want to bring up Beetlejuice?  Do you honestly think this is a joke?  I serve notice to the rest of the roster and you want to channel your inner Raab.  Well you go ahead and cartoon your chances, just go full stupid if you want, but I'm stepping into that ring in Long Beach twice, will every intention on winning both matches, both titles."

"You want to question my integrity, like it is going to hurt my feelings, or take me out of my game.  Well let me explain things so you will finally understand."

"Yes, yes I did offer five thousand dollars to anyone that takes you out.  But it wasn't because I feared you, it was because I was done with you.  The moment Drake went down, I knew an opportunity would present itself for the World Championship and I wanted the inside track.  To explain this better, I don't get paid by the hour."

"Oh and by the way wrestling fans, the man known as Goth is basically saying that you can be bought.  He is saying that if I throw enough money at you, then I can get nominated for anything.  Just thought I would pass that along.")


February 9, 2016
Little Rock, Arkansas


Ask yourself, why would Sean Jackson be in Little Rock?  his match with Goth was taking place in Long Beach, on the West Coast of California, in the opposite direction.  A better question would be, why is he in the top floor suite of the classiest hotel in the capital city of Arkansas?  after sending a quick text on his phone, he tosses it down on the desk and waits patiently by the window.  

The wait is interrupted by a knock on the door.  The knock prompts that million dollar smirk and after walking to the door, it is opened to reveal Marshall Owens standing in the hallway.

Jackson:  "Come in and..."

It was time.  After being left in the dark for an entire day, it was time for his client to spill the beans.

Owens:  "Sean, I have been there for you thru thick and thin.  Anytime you've ever needed anything, I've always been there with the assist.  But for the love of God, you've got to tell me what's going on."

So that's what it feels like to be interrupted?  mental note made.

Jackson:  "Just have a seat."

Still perplexed, Marshall takes a deep breath and does as told.  Once he sits down, Sean prepares to set his Attorney's mind at ease.

Jackson:  "Listen, I have a plan to take over Duke Oil..."

The gasp you hear is Marshall sucking the air from the room.  Now he really is confused, because if you are wanting to take a billion dollar company from an Oil Tycoon, the last place you want to be is Little Rock, Arkansas.

Jackson:  "And the bait is right here in Little Rock."

Owens:  "You're joking, right?"

Jackson:  "Does it look like I'm joking?"  

Of course he wasn't joking, the Dallas native was taking this seriously.  If you wanted jokes, go pay attention to the garbage from Goth and the rest of the Monstimals.  

Jackson:  "Come on Marshall, get your head screwed on straight.  We are here because I found Adam's kryptonite, and my way to stripping the company from that over-bearing old man."

Owens:  "As your Attorney and friend, I have to tell you Sean, I have serious reservations about this.  You do know that if Pamela ever discovers what you are up to, she will...."

Jackson:  "Trust me Marshall, Pamela will never find out.  By the time I'm done, Cameron will have stepped down without even knowing I was the one who pulled the trigger, and it all starts with his lackey Adam."

Now that was the confusing part.  Marshall still didn't understand what part Adam Solomon played in this scheme.  He had enough conversations with Sean to know the guy was a creep, that as Cameron's right hand man, the guy had his hands in a lot of things.  But Little Rock, Arkansas?

Owens:  "But why here, and why choose Adam?  it, just doesn't make sense to me.  It seems that this would be a job for a lackey of your own while we are making our way to Long Beach..."

Jackson:  "You worry too much.  Besides, I always have an ace up my sleeve.  Just because I'm here, not concentrating on Goth, doesn't mean I'm not ready for him.  Just look at him, he doesn't know which way is up or which direction to go.  One minute I am a talentless hack, the next I'm a capable wrestler who is too chicken to prove it, even though I'm the one who walked away with all the hardware."

There was no arguing that fact, no matter how Goth tried to twist it.  Again, the Mental Rapist studied Sun Tzu and the Art of War while Gerrit continued to argue with Raab over the significance of crowd noise.  The difference between the two were night and day, something that Sean Jackson would harp on until the Monstimals finally saw the light....

Oh wait, pretty soon Goth wouldn't be able to see the light.


("Close your eyes Gerrit, what do you see?  I know, I know, I'm running that expression into the ground.  But it seems the more I repeat it, the more it goes over your head.  It is like you honestly believe you can will yourself to victory in Long Beach.  That if you pray to God hard enough, he will answer your prayers and assist you with the win.  Well Gerrit, it doesn't work that way, it will never work that way.  If it did, then Buffalo Quarterback Jim Kelly would have won at least one Superbowl, or Fran Tarkington, or even Dan Marino."

"The fact those future Hall of Famers never won the big game only proves that your prayers will go un-answered at My Bloody Valentine.  But you can continue with the same old tired rhetoric to Willow, doing everything you can to convince her that you will walk out of the ring with not only my Internet Championship, but the SCW World Heavyweight Championship as well...."

"But it is a pipe dream Gerrit, a pipe dream propped up by some false reality, a high that simply doesn't last.  Don't you realize that I am a win at all cost kind of guy?  I will sacrifice anything and everything to win the prize, no matter how insignificant it is.  Gerrit, if we were racing for a stick of bubble gum, I would knock over a little old lady.  I would run over five babies in their cribs if it meant a victory for me.  Hell, I'm here in Little Rock, about to destroy the lives of people I don't even know, just to win a billion dollar company in Dallas, Texas."

"What I'm trying to say is this Gerrit, I value a stick of bubble gum more than you, and won't care how much of you ends up under my shoes.  Yes, you are an awesome, awesome talent or you wouldn't be here.  But you lost sight of the prize a long time ago by playing around with Raab and Samuel.  They used to be the weak links, but when you play with shit long enough, the smell gets on you, and now you are just as weak.  I'm going to have fun here in Little Rock, just like I will in Dallas and Long Beach."

"Thank God for weak people.")


Checking his watch, the Internet Champion realizes the time.

Jackson:  "Hey, we gotta go."

Picking up his phone, Sean then motions for Marshall to follow as he heads towards the door.  Within moments, the two are outside the hotel and in the limo.  It is night-time, approximately midnight and the temperature is dipping slightly.  Now then, there's a reason why you pick certain times and certain places to execute the plan...

Because when it is cold, and late at night....

Street walkers and strippers have a different frame of mind going.

As the limo hits the down town strip, Sean really begins to look for that special person, that person capable of springing the trap.  Almost immediately, he begins to spot them, prostitutes looking for that next score.  You had the high society types, those who had the expensive clientele and no expectations of doing anything else.  Yeah, those needed to be avoided.

Then you had the twenty-dollar whores, those missing teeth and with huge drug habits.  They were also the ones with HIV, Syphilis, Hepatitis, or any number of mental disorders that could result in your throat being cut.  No, he needed the perfect woman and he knew that she would be found here.

Jackson:  "Okay, this is what I'm looking for.  A brunette for sure, about five feet tall and shapely looking.  I don't want skin and bones."

Yeah, that will narrow things down Marshall thinks to himself.  But what he doesn't understand is this, why not look for someone like this in Dallas?  a question that definitely deserved to be asked.

Owens:  "If that's the case, we could have found someone like that in Dallas.  Why did..."

Jackson:  "Because Adam is a sleaze Marshall, which means the chances of us finding a prostitute he has already been with is greatly increased.  No, we come to Little Rock because Adam is a lazy prick and would never come here, for business or pleasure."


("See Gerrit, I think of everything.  I am not one to leave anything to chance, especially with a title belt on the line.  If you wanted peace, then you should have stayed away from Drake and the rest of New Supremacy.  If you wanted peace, then you should have retired and spent what little time you had left with eyesight, with your wife.  But no, you couldn't do it, you just had to let that ego get in the way."

"That ego which has lied to you on a regular basis, leading you to believe there is one more title run in you, that somehow, in someway, you can pull off yet another miracle.  Well I'm not going to apologize for your idiocy, because you aren't going to win, not in Long Beach, not ever.  But of course, even while looking up at the lights, laid out in the middle of the ring, your ego will still convince you of that glimmer of hope, that long-shot chance of winning the World Championship, while blood pools under your body."

"I wish you could see it for what it really is, a hollow dream, at best.  I can only imagine how painful and awkward it is going to be for Sapphira, standing there and watching your condition get worse, before her eyes.  To understand the horror unfolding before her, realizing the mistake of not stopping you, of allowing you to be consumed by that pipe-dream which leads nowhere.  Yes Gerrit, it is going to be hilarious, standing there and watching the tears pouring from her eyes, watching her husband being decimated by a man without a care in the world."

"I want to see that bitch collapse on the floor, I want to see her very essence drained away, hope destroyed in the blink of an eye.  I want to see her standing there, towel in hand, torn over whether to throw it or not.  Believe me Gerrit, that ultimately is the difference between me and every other superstar in SCW.  I want to beat you so badly, it makes Sapphira violently ill, forcing her to throw up on that floor, torn between doing what is right, and what you would wish her to do."

"I want to hear her shrieks of pain, to see the torment all over her face, etched in like words on steel.  It isn't just about ending you Gerrit, but wiping every memory she will ever have of you.  You see, that is the kind of pain I want to inflict, the kind that stabs at your very soul, bleeds your heart dry while still beating in your chest.")


A few moments pass before another text message comes over Sean's phone.  In the time it takes for him to remove it, a second message chimes in, which the Internet Champion checks with a smile.  He then leans forward, catching the attention of the driver.

Jackson:  "Three blocks up and take a right.  We're heading to a place called the Paper Moon."

The driver nods his head.

Jackson:  "An old friend of mine is there."

Leaning back, relaxed, no one understands just how solid this plan is going to be.  Inside the wrestling ring, inside the boardroom, a two-pronged attack that has all the earmarks of a well planned Sean Jackson setup.

Owens:  "An old friend?"

Oh yes, a blast from Sean's past.  But that's what it takes sometimes, extra eyes and ears from those at rock bottom, who would do anything for money.  

Jackson:  "Yeah, someone who needed a little extra cash.  Someone who needed a little job to tide them over, you know, for a rainy day..."

As the limo takes that expected right turn, it was now only a matter of time before he would meet her, Noelle Griffith.  A now twenty-one year old stripper working at the Paper Moon.

Jackson:  "He approached me a few weeks ago, and I saw an opportunity to make a plan work.  After a brief discussion, he knew of a girl that could get the job done, so here we are."

Owens:  "But what about the prostitutes?"

Jackson:  "A backup plan, just in case this girl doesn't pan out."

As the limo turns into the parking lot, the Paper Moon sign is unmistakable.  Taking out his phone again, Sean types in a quick message and hits the send button.  Once the limo comes to a stop, the door to the main entrance opens and out steps a man who looks much older than he really is...

Former member of the Texas Outlaws, Terry Norris.  While still 6'3, his weight had gone down to around 230 and not nearly as muscular he was back as the famed member of the Texas Outlaws with Bobby Blood.

The limo driver quickly opens the door and Sean steps out.  Having slipped out of the jacket a long time ago, the Internet Champion still looked like a million dollars, exactly the opposite from Terry Norris who was dressed in blue jeans, a button down shirt and boots.  A brief handshake is exchanged which takes Terry by surprise.

Jackson:  "So where is she?"

Wow, straight to business.  For those who don't know, Sean Jackson was a long time friend of Terry's, traveling up and down the road with another guy named Bobby Blood.  Back in the late 90's and early 2000's, Terry Norris and Bobby Blood were one of the greatest tag teams in the world, winning championships everywhere they went, seemingly over-shadowing the smaller Sean Jackson on a nightly basis.  But Terry at least thought they would catch up on old times before heading into business...

Obviously he was mistaken.

Norris:  "Uh, she's inside."

Jackson:  "So, bring her out.  I'm kind of on a schedule, you know, business stuff."

Norris:  "Uh, yeah.  Okay, I'll go get her."

Terry's feelings are definitely hurt, he tries hard to hide it, but isn't very successful.  However, Sean turns his head, checks his watch, looks at a guy throwing up on the other side of the parking lot...anything to not pay further attention to a guy who was obviously butt-hurt over working some two-bit strip joint, while his so-called friend was on top of the world.  But to show he wasn't entirely heartless...

Jackson:  "Thanks, much appreciated."

Marshall doesn't say a word, he just stares at the entrance, just like Sean is doing.  As the temperature continues to drop, the Dallas native just stands there, waiting to see if this girl was as advertised.  As the door opens, it doesn't take long to understand why Terry Norris made such a fuss over this girl, this woman.  At 5'0 and just over one hundred pounds, this girl was everything and more (channel Madison Ivy as a pic-base).  At 34D-24-34, she knocked the socks off of everyone who saw her.  As that million dollar smirk forms, Noelle isn't amused.

Noelle:  "Okay Terry, I'm out here.  So what is this all about?"

Without hesitation, the Internet Champion reaches into his pocket and takes out a clip of one hundred-dollar bills.  As he extends it out to the buxom brunette, she isn't fazed.

Noelle:  "What is that for?"

Jackson:  "I have a job for you."

She looks slightly offended.

Noelle:  "I am not that kind of girl."

She turns on her heels, preparing to head back to the door.

Jackson:  "And I'm not paying you for that."

She continues walking.

Jackson:  "One hundred thousand dollars, a year."

Noelle stops, dead in her tracks.  At one hundred thousand dollars, this stranger was definitely speaking her language.  But in Sean Jackson's mind, it just further supported his stance that everyone, EVERYONE has a price, it just has to be found.  As she turns back around, the Mental Rapist continues with the pitch.

Jackson:  And don't try to convince me you make anything close to that, working here.  My guess is, you are sharing an apartment, behind on the rent, and would really love to add to the wardrobe.  You are getting tired of stripping for dollar bills, in front of sexual deviants and perverts.  Guys who smell like hogs and booze, with little to no class at all."

He raises an index finger.

Jackson:  I would even venture to guess that you take a cab to work every night."

Noelle stands there, soaking it all in.  Of course, she couldn't argue because everything he was saying, was the truth.  She was stuck doing this unless she went into porn, married an old man like Anna Nicole Smith did, or....

Noelle:  "One hundred thousand a year?  what is the job?"

Pointing to the limo, the smile gets wider.

Jackson:  "Step into my office and we will discuss the terms and conditions."

Noelle hesitates.

Jackson:  "Trust me, this is a legit job."


("Gerrit, Gerrit...arrogance doesn't give me confidence, my ability does.  Oh sure, you want to bitch and moan about how I get my victories, but understand something, I get paid to win, by any means necessary.  Now when I came to Sin City Wrestling, I didn't paint myself as a nice guy, I didn't lie to a single person.  Everyone knew I was a bad character, who would do anything to win, so why act surprised now?  Or maybe, I'm directing this to the wrong person."

"Sapphira, are you really going to allow this to happen?  Are you going to allow a man, clueless to what he is stepping in to, actually stand face to face with me?  He has said it himself, that he wants to be destroyed, that he wants to be ended in the ring.  Well, if he wishes it enough, it will most certainly happen.  Like that person who wishes to commit suicide by cop, he will speed thru town or will do something to put others in danger.  Then when the police shows up, he immediately goes on the offensive, forcing the officer to end his life."

"Is that what Gerrit is going?  ending his life?  Because if it is, then he is a coward, a low-life cheating people of air.  When I give him a compliment, saying that he is good, he dis-misses it as a ploy...as me feeding my ego.  But that is far from the case, and his inability to recognize the difference means that he will never be ready for me."

"The first time we faced each other, Gerrit had the night of his life, while I didn't.  He gave everything he had, and then some, and could only accomplish a draw.  Maybe he refuses to back out of this match because he is a gutless coward, a man too afraid of telling you the truth, that deep down inside he wants a divorce.  That because of his inferiority complex, he can no longer screw you out of happiness and wants it all to end."

"Is that what is haunting him Sapphira?  He is unable to make the right choice, so instead of living in the hell you can't make right, he turns to me and my art of war mentality to finally give him peace."

"Well, if that's the case, then again I say challenge accepted.  I have too much respect for Gerrit to see him continue down this same doomed road, leading nowhere.  So for you Sapphira, I will end his voyage down that desolate highway.  I will stop the vultures from circling his career, from dragging your future into the depths of his despair."

"But I know what you really need Sapphira, and that's a man who can put talents like yours to good use.  After I put Gerrit down for the rest of eternity, you will need someone to take care of you, to give those things you long for the most.")


Maybe Sean can use a man like Terry Norris after all.


fin.              

[Goth]

 Goth can be seen walking down the sandy beach of Long Beach, California. He is wearing sunglasses and black knee high swimming pants. He has a golden chain wrapped around his neck as he stares at the surfers further in the water doing some stunts. He grins at the view of the surfers when a familiar voice starts to talk to him.

Fang: Remember the days we tried to do these things Gerrit??

Goth chuckles as he remembers what his former tag team in GWA was talking about, two young guys trying to imitate what the pros were doing.

Goth: As I can recall, you still to this day need floating devices to maintain a horizontal base

Both men laugh at the comment being made by Goth as he turns around and hugs his blood brother. Both men are walking down the beach a little bit, talking about nothing important as the camera crew is awaiting them further down the beach.

Goth: …. So when I entered the room, I was confronted with a bucket of chocolate

Both men are laughing at the funny anecdote that Goth was talking about, a few steps further it is Fang that starts to ask Goth some questions.

Fang: So you entered that Gauntlet match huh? Don’t you think it will be a bit too much? I mean that Sean Jackson is just as good as he says he is and then over ten men in a match I don’t envy you one damn bit Gerrit, but I am very concerned.

Goth takes off his sunglasses and wipes off his forehead with the back of his hand as he stares into the depth of the beach. Sighing a little bit before turning his attention the other way, towards Jonathan “Fang” Porter.

Goth: You know something Jonathan?? I want to be out there, be in the main event in a match that comes so close to Psycho Circus. A match that I’ve been in twice, won once and the other being in the final three before being eliminated. Being in the ring, inside that cell with eleven man as the ring started with one before everyone was in there and then the elimination began. It’s been oh so long since I’ve been in a match that comes close to the impact that this match will be this Sunday. You know something, I just need to know man. I need to find out whether I still have it after 9 long years since the match I won to become Global (world) champion. To this very day I still do not know how I did it, but I want to experience one more time before I decide to let it go man.

Fang looks at Goth as he raises his eyebrow, not believing what he is hearing.

Fang; You serious man?? Are you suggesting that….,

Goth turns his attention away from his former tag team partner as he watches the waves take down a surfer, who gets up and laughs as he gets back on the board once more.

Goth: I made a promise to Sapphira and I intend to keep it. I either become Grand Slam champion by beating Sean Jackson. A feat that I already was back when the federation only had three championship belts… just calling it differently

Fang: Or??

Goth: Or become World champion for the third time or even both. And when that happens and I lose either of them or both… I will not go after a championship belt again man. I want to finish off with some unfinished business before I let my heart for my wife take over and start a family. Yes, if I do not succeed in either opportunities, I will seek out those who I have yet to beat and challenge them for a match.

Fang: Like whom??

Goth brushes his hairs before smiling at his brother, he feels the sun burn on his body as he is enjoying it since a very long time.

Goth: I don’t know man, but first I need to take care off those idiots of the New Supremacy. I’m sure that they will not dare to strike me after I put the final nail in their own coffin man. It’s quite obvious that this group of opportunists only care about themselves instead of the greater good. I mean seriously man, it’s getting old. None of them really matter anymore, except for Sean Jackson. As he is the only one left that I have yet to beat, the man that is the wrestler of the year?? Give me a freaking break. He became only what he has become because he never met the wrestler of the calibre of yours truly.

Fang smiles as he sees an attitude coming up from Goth that he has known from him from the past. The man that has the drive to win matches like no other and has his eyes set on more gold for the very last time.

Goth: Nothing would make me more proud to be a champion, but one thing makes me even want to crave something more to teach some young punk like him a lesson old school style. I mean seriously, the cheating, the stealing and the twin magic is oh so dated from an era where these things were made an art form. This guy is just playing second fiddle to a deaf guy. I’m sure that he must have heard of the golden age of wrestling and has seen some tapes of the golden oldies, but has he ever sat foot in the ring with a guy that perfected it???

Fang chuckles as he shakes his head no.

Goth: Hell, I’ve stolen candy from a baby. I’ve tugged on Superman’s cape and I even set people on fire. There isn’t anything that Sean Jackson can come up with that I already haven’t done, but I will let him bathe in the believes of his superior master hood as I am sure that the wrestler of the year award was meant to be presented to someone that has competed since January of last year instead of coming in half way. That there wasn’t enough, but that’s ok. It’s not for the awards for me to prove a point, It’s about staring into his eyes and see him realize what every other wrestler has realized. That you can’t keep this sumbitch down

Fang: It’s almost as I am listening to poetry in motion my brother

Goth chuckles, he relaxes a little bit as he puts his hand on the shoulder of his former tag team partner and blood brother. The two men share a smile before Fang turns around and walks towards his and Goth’s wife as Goth follows him a few steps behind.

Goth: I’m glad you and Brenda could come man, it’s like it is getting full circle wouldn’t you agree??

Fang nods his head, he walks over to his wife and kisses her on the lips before taking a seat next to her and grabs a beer.

Fang: You know something Gerrit?? I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, watching you take home the Internet championship belt as well as proving to each of those knuckleheads why you are the favour to win the gauntlet match. I would have been stupid to have stayed home, do some business deals and sit at home drinking beer. And to be honest Brenda over here, she would have kicked my ass if I did.

Brenda gets a big smile on her face as she raises her sunglasses to give her husband and Goth a wink before turning back to sunbathing. Goth raises his cold glass of beer as he toasts with Fang before they all get into some friendly chit chat as the camera shot slowly fades to a commercial break for My Bloody Valentine II

Training

Goth can be seen grappling with Samuel in the wrestling ring, preparing himself for his match against Sean Jackson as well as the Gauntlet Match. On the outside we see Henry look into the ring as he watches Goth’s and Samuel’s every move.

Henry: That’s it, keep the pressure on him Samuel

Samuel: Yaaarp!!

Annoyed as he wishes to concentrate on Goth we see Samuel go for a clothesline, but Goth ducks and runs to the ropes on the other side where Henry pulls down the ropes. Causing Goth to fall to the outside.

Goth: What the???

Henry: Ok it’s time for a break, look Gerrit. I…,

Goth: You son of a bitch!! What you trying to do huh?? Injure me???

Henry: Don’t be foolish, I just did what you could be expecting during your match against Sean Jackson. I mean with his lawyer at ringside and that female of his, you can be sure of expecting tricks like these to get you off your game plan for sure.

Goth bites his lips, he had his hand closed in a fist as he realises that Henry is right. He turns his attention to the ring and slams his hands on the canvas.

Goth: I just wished it was Valentine’s day. Man do I just want to kick Sean’s ass, to take home his title and make his life a miserable one. You were lucky I asked what the fuck you were doing instead of just blasting you right in the face. This Sunday, they won’t be as lucky as you are right now.

Goth turns his attention to Samuel, who extends his hand to pull him back in the ring as he accepts. The two work on each other, trying to work on some final preparation as Henry fixes his tie for a little bit.

Henry: Luck may very well be the case for me right now Goth, but this Sunday you will need something more than just luck upon your side as you wish to beat Jack…

Henry couldn’t even finish the name of Goth’s opponent as Goth whips Samuel in the ropes and charges in on him with blind rage. Causing him to knock his head into the chest of the much larger Samuel, dropping on his back as Samuel stands there. Awaiting to see whether Goth would get up right away as the impact was quite heavy. Goth grabs his face as he covers his eyes with his hands as he tries to catch his breath.

Henry: You ok Gerrit??

Goth sighs as he drops his hands and shakes his head no

Goth: You meant well Henry, but I prefer to be in full concentration during either my amtch or training. Having you talk about Sean Jackson made my blood boil and my anger rage through my body. And seeing that Samuel is as tough as nails, it made me feel like I hit a brick wall.

Samuel looks at Goth, nodding his head as he extends his hand as he pulls him back to his feet, Goth grabs a bottle of water before splashing it in his face.. He gets a towel handed to him by Henry as he dries off his face.

Goth: Want to take a break Samuel???

The big man nods his head as he exits the ring and walks over to another room where he is reunited with Lord Raab. Who is doing some weight lifting of his own as Samuel helps him spot as Goth sits down and puts his towel across his shoulders.

Henry: You aren’t really there are you Gerrit

Goth: What are you talking about!!! I’m here am I not???

Clearly annoyed over the question that Henry asked him, but deep down he knows what he is talking about and knows he is right. He is biting his lower lip, not wanting to acknowledge what Henry is talking about.

Henry: Come on now Gerrit, rage never was a part of your trainings routine when you are preparing for a match. You are always cold and calculated, the aggression is what you show in the ring from time to time… I…,

Goth: I KNOW ALRIGHT!!!! FUCK!!

He puts his hands to his face as he digs his fingers deep into his skull and tries to push away the aggression out of his head.

Henry: It’s Sean isn’t it?? He has gotten to you mentally hasn’t he???

Goth sighs for a few moments before putting his hands before his mouth as he has trouble talking

Goth: He….,

Henry: Yes???

Goth: He is getting to the point where it is has become personal man, but that’s ok… I just need to get to shove his head down his stinking throat and make him PUKE out the garbage that he is spilling out.

Henry looks on at Goth, not showing any signs of compassion as he has now become his therapist.

Henry: I warned you how he would be Gerrit, to whatever lows he has to stoop to get inside your head Gerrit.

Goth looks at Henry with a mixed look of sadness as well as aggression.

Goth: Are you telling me that it is my fault?? If so, why don’t you tell me what I have to do oh Grand know it all!!

His eyes are burning a hole through Henry, who grabs a new towel and hands it to Goth as he turns and sits down next to him on the ring apron.

Henry: Look Gerrit, I’m not here to blame people for anything. That’s not how I work, I just point out what is happening to prevent you from

Goth turns his head towards Henry with a look of anger on his face

Goth: Prevent me from what?? Certain defeat?? Look, I’ve dealt with this bullshit before. I’ve dealt with the whole what if, what would your wife do?? How would you feel if??? It’s like watching reruns of a local soap opera that needs something to get the people excited as they do the same thing over and over again. The only difference between Jackson and the others… is that he can deliver Henry. That he is capable of pulling out an upset by getting inside the head of his opponent, make him worry about everything else and does not shy away of bending the rules… altering the reality as, like he has put it… Does not care what it takes to get the job done. Something tells me that I am finally meeting the one person that is serious about ending my career so that I could be at home with my wife.

Henry looks at Goth as he scratches his head before answering him.

Henry: The way I listened to him Gerrit, that he wants to do something more than just ending your career my friend. He wants to make Sapphira miserable and alone, blaming you for being ignorant and

Goth chuckles as he shakes his head and drops backwards as he rests on the ring apron while staring at the lights above him.

Goth: And that’s why I love this guy man.

Henry: Excuse me???

Goth: Oh come on Henry, can’t someone appreciate someone’s effort to be different from each and every boring idiot out there?? I mean seriously, the 5000 dollar bounty, the way he likes to belittle people, the way he portrays himself as the one that has class personified and knows all the answers. The man that wishes to show the world a side of him that we wish to hate and yet, deep down inside he is someone that wishes to drive a knife into someone’s chest and watch his blood pour out of your body and enjoy every single moment of it. He wasn’t lying when he told Raab that he is a monster, the problem was that Raab was too much enraged over the past antics that has happened that it blinded him. The problem for Sean Jackson is that he believes that I wish to prove to the world that I am far more of a monster than he is…. That I want to turn into someone that can equal his sadistic ways and become someone that is predictable..

Henry: Welll…, yes, but…,

Goth: Oh you don’t know me very well do you Henry?? You see, I’ve dealt with mad men that his only desire was to prove to the world that he was a mad man. I’ve dealt with the sinister side of Chris Shipman, someone easily distracted from his goal in life as he is too much blinded with one thing… without realizing the other dangers that is ahead of him.

Henry: You mean…,

Goth: Nothing that you could possibly use as an answer will ultimately give me an explanation what I am trying to explain Henry. So stop trying as it makes no sense to me at all ok?? Because when I watch Sean, I see a man that has no desperation. Because when you are desperate, you just try something and hope for the better against better judgment. But him?? He is just a raw diamante, that needs to be polished and expands his horizon every single night with calm and calculated ideas. Plotting his next step as he is already three steps further than the average Joe that likes to buy some cheap ass hotels

Henry: You mean….,

Goth: Please Henry, I wish not to be interrupted by obvious answers that will only enlighten me that I already know what you are just starting to understand. Sean likes to ask me questions, to play the question game as some sort of truth or dare routine. Wondering whether I am able to upstage him with that what he never expected of me, trying to implement me with his own mind fucks as a token of respect and unwillingness to admit it. It’s sweet to see that some people do take notes and try to reverse the game of the master… only in the hopes of one day stepping out of the shadow of being my apprentice.

Henry: But…,

Goth: I do not need to worry about his viciousness Henry, I’ve looked into the eyes of many of those who have come before him and I admit it has gotten old at times. I’ve grown tired of listening the same bullshit over and over again as if I am listening to a broken record without an ending. To finally enter the realm of the Mental rapist and watching his every move to penetrate my mind from different angles intrigues me Henry.

Henry remains silent as he awaits the next thing that Goth would say.

Goth: Has curiosity killed the cat Henry???

Goth chuckles as Henry is about to answer, but Goth slowly rises from resting from the ring apron and stares at a wall where a picture of him is hanging with the Roulette championship belt.

Goth: He believes by triggering answers, that my pride would take over and feel the need to defend myself. While I never forget the most important thing of it all Henry.

Henry: Beating him??? Taking home the gold??

Goth remains silent for a few moments, letting the words of Henry sink in for a few moments as Henry tries again.

Henry: Gerrit??? I….,

Goth: It all comes down to who is right Henry, to whom truly is right and to whom who will realize it the first time inside that six sided ring. All the other things are irrelevant wouldn’t you agree?? Whether I gave it my all, whether Sapphira still needs someone to protect herself when I’m no longer here?? Whether there will be monkeys flying out of Sean Jackson’s butt and hear him say that this is the way the cookie crumbles.

Goth: No Henry, it all comes down to two men inside that ring. The minds of those who are ready to burst out in a match where both men’s destiny will be decided whether I will be walking away knowing that I got beaten by the better man or him. Whether it is fair or not, whether he does it with wrestling or a cheap trick. At this time of my career I only know when deep down in my head I know that I have won, that I have beaten the Mental Rapist at his own game. Because when I agreed to this match Henry, I knew exactly what would happen to me… that would be said about my wife and about me… Satan Himself almost convinced Jesus in the desert that he was right and the son of God wasn’t… and whether the form is a slithering snake or the serpent tongue of one Sean Jackson… I am not allowing the world to watch me crumble down right in front of their watchful eyes just yet. Because this is a moment where I need it the most.

Goth gets up as he grabs his gear and walks to the showers as Henry watches him.

Promo

Later that night in the same facility that Goth was earlier the day during his workout, we can see him stand in front of the ring. He has his left hand resting against the ring ropes as he is lost in his own mind.

Goth: A mind is such a wonderful thing wouldn’t you agree?

His eyes are staring at his fingers on the rope, letting his finger tips rub all over the fabric. Feeling every fibre of it as if it is the very first time that he has ever done before.

Goth: Many people try to understand the workings of the mind, where others are trying to convince the other that they understand you better than you understand your own workings. And quite honestly, it makes me wonder why people would love to find the relevance of it all. It must be the thing that we like to call a mind fuck huh???

His fingers rubs further towards the turnbuckle in the corner of the ring, feeling the part where the rope ends and becomes part of the turnbuckle that ties both parts together.

Goth: It all boils down to who is right and who needs to be taught a valuable lesson before they will ever admit their wrong doings. It’s why I enjoy you so much Sean, at least you aren’t someone that likes to alter his style and tries to surprise your opponent every moment you get. Listening to things that have been said and then…., then the miracle happens doesn’t it?? Because every point of view has two sides of the reality doesn’t it??? It only depends on the way you view something compared to the other. And the funny part of it all is… neither of them is wrong…, the only problem to it all is that you need to get to work and convince the other from their stupidity. And to be honest Sean, you are good

Goth: But even a good mental rapists has it’s moments of clueless designs of flaws creeping inside the brain when things always go the way they always go doesn’t it Sean?? The believe in your ability to be allowed to question everything of another man fascinates me, to the point where the crossroad of your opponents always has so many different directions that it would make every other ignorant fool become clueless, walking into the web of Shelob that has been woven with care and patience. No matter whether it will take a few minutes or a few years, just as long as it would become reality hasn’t it Sean??? Forgive me as I do not wish to please the workings of the mind of another man to be this complicated to push you into a whole different direction.

His head turns towards the camera as his face shows a calmness before the storm as if he is counting the minutes to unleash his true anger.

Goth: Historical facts have often been a key element of complaints of others, playing the role of me no longer being relevant to the point where sadness comes into the eyes of those who are just merely too impatient to hear it. As historical facts tells me that often it is repeated on a regular basis. But that never slowed you down has it Sean??? As these things do not measure up to your incredible mindset of one rapist of the mind. Always intrigued me when the mindrap would start Sean, where it would lead it towards and where would it end??? Having the notion of where obvious attacks would ultimately become a rape… where it would ultimately become the point where you enjoy yourself while becoming the sickest mind in the world today

Goth: Quite honestly Sean, history always tells me that I need to be disappointed.

A chuckle emerges upon the face of Goth as he shakes his head before pushing his hair away from his face and leans against the ring apron.

Goth: But the fact that you persevere in your attempts shows me that you aren’t a man that will easily change when the heat starts to boil underneath your feet are you Sean??? The believe in your ability and the fact that you wouldn’t stoop at anything to get the job done shows me the reading between the lines. That there is so much more to you that it does meets the eye… and yet, it is craving to come out and gets noticed for your attempts to be so much more than a mere mind fuck huh Sean??? You just focus too much on the words Sean and yet try to read one side of the truth I dare to speak… taking one side of the crossroad, wondering whether it is the one that you have been on all along. Or merely just took a right because it felt much better that way huh Sean???

Goth: Because the rapist of minds is just that type of guy, the one that decides upon not just himself. But also upon those who need to be moved aside for your quest as the main man in the SCW. The one that together with Travis to take everything away from the rest of the roster. Astonishing words as it took me quite some time to realize what you really meant to say.

He places his hands to his side on the ring apron, feeling the canvas underneath his fingers. Feeling how worn out this ring must have been from being used all these years, almost every single day by other names every single time.

Goth: Finally someone that tries to understand the message I dare to send to you all, the message that started off with Shipman. Viciously delight of a man, a sinister individual that has had all the tools to cripple me into retirement. To free me from the demons that haunt me every single night…. Something you took to the point of being a coward… only for the wrong reasons… and yet again, I can’t blame you for trying to rape your mind every now and then to allow yourself to be stopped from becoming sane. Because then we would have called you the mental sane Sean Jackson. And even though it has a catchy ring to it, it never will allow you to grow yourself to your full potential now does it Sean???

Goth: Do you see how I work Sean?? I answer the question and yet leave you clueless to figure out the next thing to say. I imagined you would have gone deeper into your own psyche as a monster, a monster that I could run my fingers through it’s hairs and tell him that if he is a good boy I will give him a bone so that you could chew it and make sure your teeth stays strong. But it’s more than that isn’t it Sean??? It’s about you showing to me how blind I truly will be eventually, trying to work your magic upon questioning true love. It’s such a soft and tender feeling growing inside my heart that tells me that you are a man that needs to buy his affection and never knew true love haven’t you???  Oh and please do tell me that I am wrong the next time you open your mouth, it would make me so happy that one day I may very well be unable to see your attempt to control your rage. But then again, I can always hear it.

Goth closes his eyes as the camera zooms in on him, his face is completely calm and relaxed as there is nothing that worries him at this moment.

Goth: There is so much ways a human being can be blind, blind from reality, blinded by his own believes and believing every lie that he or she speaks from. Blinded by greed, blinded by lust, blinded by fear Sean… Mine is from the reality that is upon me Sean, the fear of one day waking up and see the night remain in front of my eyes for eternity. But I sense your blindness too Sean, the blindness of your own mind being raped while attempting to rape another. Wouldn’t that be something huh??? Some would say it would be a sweet delight of tasting that what the other craves for… reversing my questions and fire them back at me for the hope it would consume me… Will this ever be a night you would wake up from and realize that you have been blinded by all of the things that are merely the weaknesses of others… as you are afraid of your own??? Trying in the hope of I will forget that it is about one thing Sean. You and me, inside that ring. Knowing that fully well you are the one most capable of crippling me, ending my career so that I can be a husband and a father in the near future. But how crippled will you be when you fail Sean??? Shouldn’t that be a humbling moment in your life?? You see Sean, I come here to fight, I come here to fight you and getting up every single moment that you try to knock me down. You see Sean, just like each and every member of your union that you call team mates.. I have heard the words that they would say that they will end me… including you.. when Sean?? This coming Sunday?? Next Friday?? Or when I am taking a leak at a local bathroom when you attempt to measure up one more time??? You see Sean, I love the mind games of those who can play the game at a level that makes it worth it…., the truth is that from all the names that I have faced since May last year…. You are the one that comes the closest of realizing that wish. But how does that saying go Sean?? Close, but no cigar??? It must be frustrating to see that your words did anger me, but it has not changed the fact that I am intending to beat you and take home YOUR championship belt. Because when that happens and it is only a question of when instead of IF.. it will already leave you enraged, it will leave you clueless with ideas as you have planned everything to perfection.. while when it comes down to me, it is reality that sets in that every day I wake up… I get closer to my task at hand Sean. Nothing more than just words will never break my bones.

Goth: I know you will do everything in your power to hold on to your words, as there is no shame in doing things that has granted you hope and encourage you to repeat that what isn’t broken. The truth is Sean, it is time for that record to be broken, it’s time to play a new tune. It’s time that the world will hear break the un going tale of one Mental Rapist singing the blues. One day I will see only darkness, one day I will be a man that will not see.. but this Sunday, you will no longer hear these words you speak off…. Because I will close these words for eternity as the song will say that you will have to enjoy the silence for once. Because lets face it Sean, the mind can only bear this much before it will end… And you will be left with just a shell of the one man that you believed you to be.

Goth: I pity you Sean, I really do.. this could have been such a wonderful tale… and now it has ended up into another disappointment.

With that Goth walks off as the shot of the camera remains on the ring before the shot fades to darkness