Post by goth on Oct 15, 2023 11:05:59 GMT -5
Manhattan, New York
10/14/2023
Footsteps can be heard in the hallway of a very exclusive apartment building, black shoes can be seen walking across the luxurious wooden floor as the figure turns a corner. The camera picks up the man from behind, wearing a black Armani Suit and a long black coat over it while looking for the keys to his apartment door. Elegantly the hand searches between the set of keys before finding the one that he was searching for as it has a big G in old fashioned Biblical style etched into it. The man suddenly stops in front of the door that has a similar Biblical G planted above the door number and enters the key into the keyhole before we hear a click as the door slowly opens.
“It sure has been a long week……”
Mutters the man underneath his breath, dropping the keys upon a table that is close to the wall next to the door as he undoes himself of the coat, searching for the coat rack to hang it up against before turning towards the living room. He notices a small light coming from underneath the living room door, this causing him to smile as he knows that his wife is still awake. She usually went with him to compete as well, but since both of them got injured back in April of this year she had decided to bid her time before ever to return to the ring. He opens the door and watches her hanging rather comfortable upon their rather large L shaped couch, watching some television as she was zapping through the channels in the hope of finding something interesting
“Hi handsome…”
She says as she looks up, he notices she is wearing a rather long robe, revealing some of her legs as a part of the robe was hanging over the coach all the way to the floor. His eyes travel across her beautiful legs, heading towards her body until their eyes meet for the first time tonight. She smiles as she had caught him admiring her physique and blushes a little.
He slowly walks over towards her as he sits down next to her on the one spot that she left free for him after lifting her legs a little towards her, casually caressing her ankles with his fingers.
”Trouble sleeping??”
He asked her concerned, knowing that he had been having issues sleeping himself due to some unexplained dreams and visions that he had been having as of late. She nods her head in acknowledgment as he starts to massage her calves, something he knew she always enjoyed before making her giggle as he started to tickle underneath her feet.
”Stop it you silly”
The two share a smile as he slowly gets back up from where he sat, taking off his jacket and places it neatly across the chair nearest to their dinner table before walking over towards the refrigerator after entering their kitchen and pulls out a bottle of water and pours some of it inside a glass. He puts the bottle back in the refrigerator before turning back into the living room as he noticed that Melissa had gotten up to her feet as her robe was open.
His eyes travels across her nightgown that she was wearing underneath the robe, her favourite pink one that he always enjoyed watching her inside of it. She gently walks over towards him as he decides to take a sip from his glass, trying to collect his thoughts as her beauty had distracted him a little. She scratches his face with her fingers and kisses him on the other side of his face, whispering that she would be heading to bed as she had been waiting for him. Her hand slowly moves towards his chest, gently rubbing against the soft fabric of his blouse as the two lovers stare each other in the eyes for a moment before she decides to walk to their bedroom.
“Fuck it….”
He decides to empty his glass of water in a few large gulps, placing it upon the first spot that he could find while untying his tie. He had already unbuttoned his sleeves when he walks into their bedroom and watches her seductively stare at him while laying on her back upon their king sized bed.
“What took you so long??”
She whispers with a soft purr before closing her eyes, grinning as she knew he could not take his eyes off of her while he was undoing his blouse as he throws it on the floor. He quickly gets on the bed and kisses his wife passionately, not caring for the mere fact that he was still wearing his pants as he had been wanting her all day as well. The two share an intimate moment together as slowly reaches over to turn off the light before the two make love.
The Next Morning
Goth can be seen waking up, noticing that Melissa had left the bed as he smells something familiar.
“Eggs…”
He grins, he loved her baked eggs in the morning. He quickly hops out of the bed and moves towards the kitchen as he sees his wife standing there in one of his rather oversized shirts. He had always chuckled every time he would see her in one of his shirts before turning his attention towards the dinner table and sits down. He closes his eyes and folds his hands for a prayer before reopening them as Melissa slides a plate with an Egg Sandwich underneath his nose.
“There you go stud”
She says before turning her attention back to making her own breakfast, Goth grins as he slowly starts to devour his sandwich while looking at a message he had received. A notification of his his in ring debut this coming week at Outkast Championship Wrestling against Clyde Newton. Someone he knew had also been in WGWF for a while now. The two had never met before inside the ring, but that’s something he wasn’t unfamiliar with. He turns his attention away from his phone and finishes his breakfast before saying thanks and leaves the kitchen and walks over towards th e balcony door. There he stands in front of the closed door, looking to the outside of Manhattan and admires the beauty of the city. He had moved here 20 plus years ago with his now deceased first wife and had fallen in love with the city. He shrugs his head after a few more moments of daydreaming and sighs.
”Back to business once again, another match in another promotion.”
He smirks at his comment, he had been in several promotions throughout his long tenured career. But until this past January he had solely been in Sin City Wrestling. But since meeting with Chris Page and his group of men and women in CCPE he had decided to move back and forth between companies.
“I guess it’s always something special to make a new place yours, the question remains… How fast will it take me?? Something that I am sure that is on your mind as well hasn’t it Clyde??”
His eyes looks at the sky, he sees some birds landing on the railing of his balcony, he and Melissa had always been fan of birds as they had some bird cages hanging underneath the balcony of their above neighbour. He watches the birds fly in and out and smiles.
“What makes the OCW so intriguing you may ask?? Oh I don’t know, perhaps the fact that there are several out there that I know from my other two places I am in? Or the mere fact that there are some unfinished businesses that I need to take care off with some of you.”
He grins as he winks towards the camera before turning his back towards the balcony and stares at his living room.
“But in the process of dealing with the old, I love to mix up with the new. And if that means that I got to tangle with you Clyde.., then lets put on a wrestling clinic.”
He walks over towards the sofa that he had seen his wife on the other night and sights in the middle of the L shape and leans back.
“And when it comes down to a wrestling clinic I am talking about the purest essence of the word, because lets be honest…. We want to get inside that ring and show each other who the better man is don’t we?? Isn’t that the essence of pro wrestling like it should have been??”
There’s a moment of silence as he thinks about his match with Clyde Newton.
“I normally would go off on someone Clyde, whether I know the person or not. I don’t care, ask anyone I have faced over my twenty year plus career and they will all say the same thing… I got the confidence to tell the world that I own you, but this time I am going to sit back and look at what you have said and digest everything. In order whether I can nod in approvement, or whether I should shake my head in disappointment. And that’s all up to you Clyde… Because in this industry I do love to give my props where props are due..,, but you have to earn it son.”
“Because when I enter that ring with you my mind will be set, when I set foot inside that ring I am going to decide upon your fate whether I am going to hurt you or heal you.”
He rubs his hand across his mouth, scratching his chin as he contemplates the next few things that he wanted to say.
“These words may come across a certain way Clyde, but it’s all like I said. It’s upon YOU to sign the dotted line on whether I will shake your hand or rip it off…. Because that’s what I am all about Clyde.. I’m an old fashioned type of guy, I’m the type of guy that gives a fuck and an opportunity to anyone in this wrestling industry to make a point and prove me wrong.”
“I just hope you got what it takes to do so…”
With that he nods his head towards the camera and walks off as the shot fades.