Post by goth on Oct 18, 2023 12:13:55 GMT -5
It was 2007, a year Goth remembers very well as a year that he had found himself in pure dominance. Winning the Global Championship (World title) for the second time in the Global Wrestling Alliance and held it for six long months. A year where he only suffered a handful of losses and was named wrestler of the year at the end of the year awards as well as being the final inductee for the Hall Of Fame before they closed its doors. Allowing him to built his own company from the ashes from the old, creating his very own creation along with one of his dreaded enemies in Crazy J.
“Crazy J”
A soft whisper comes from his mouth, smirking as the corners of his mouth rise upwards a little. He puts a glass of water towards his mouth, taking a sip from it before turning his attention back towards the historical details of his in ring and ownership career. Twenty years into the business has made it very difficult for him to walk away from it, even though he had tried. Especially when his first wife had given birth to their son, making an abrupt end to his in ring career for several careers. A decision that had been received by mostly positive reactions, but it had also been received with reluctance from the owners of Sin City Wrestling when he handed them the Internet title. They had tried to talk him out of his decision, give him vacation as long as they wanted for them to take care of the baby. But he was sure of his decision, his desire had left him and wanted to experience the sensation of fatherhood. Fatherhood, something that he had been looking forward to. But after a year and a half of happiness the pain had started, his wife had gotten ill for a for a bit before they had gone to the hospital for a checkup, resulting into the most painful news that he had ever received.
“Cancer…..”
His hand grips tight around the glass of water, sensing his frustration and pain enter into his body. He closes his eyes, trying to prevent a tear from emerging to no avail. He wipes the tears away with the back of his other hand, leaning his head backwards as he groans with frustration as all the painful memories hit him all over again. The last memory of him holding his wife’s hand in his own, feeling how vulnerable her physical state was and yet the most painful memory of it all was that she had never stopped smiling in his presence. He knew that she was hurting, he knew she was aware of his sadness and pain in his heart. He was so desperate, he wanted to give his wealth and even his life to save her but there was nothing that he could do. The doctors had told him that the sickness had spread through her entire body and could not be cured.
“I am so sorry Chantal…..”
He whispers as he lowers his face, the same pain he feels inside his heart as what he had felt at that very last moment that they were together. He had taken her towards her favourite holiday resort when she was still strong enough to travel, a promise he had made her that she would spend the final moments of her life in Bora Bora. The same spot that they had visited when he had signed his first major deal in the Global Wrestling Alliance, because she had never received a proper honeymoon when they got married because of the lack of wealth. Every morning they sat at the beach, watch the sunset while holding each other’s hands. Except for that final morning, she had been too weak to even move. So Goth had prepared their bed to be moved near to the living room, overlooking the beach in their vacation home as they had both been watching the sunset. It was the final memory he had of her before she passed away.
“I did all I could….”
He says while his hands is trembling, causing some drops of water to fall over his hand before he grabs the glass with his other hand as well to stabilize his grip. He quickly takes a final gulp of his glass before placing it down upon the table next to him and leans back against the pillow. He remembered how he lost himself in his excessive alcohol abuse, hired a babysitter to take care of his son… the same babysitter that ultimately became his current wife. The one person that decided that he needed rehab or else he would have ruined his own and his sons lives, something that he is still thankful for to this very day. He looks over towards a cabinet that stands against the wall of the room, looking at the two wedding pictures that has ever been taken of him and his first and current wives. He smiles at both, both of them has been signs of a more happy period in his life. Moments that has given him strength and the confidence that he could take on every possible challenge in life. Something that he felt that he was lacking at times.
“It’s time for me to go to bed.”
He groans as he slowly tries to get to his feet, he feels soreness running through his body as he had been laying on the coach in a rather awkward way for way too long.
“I’m not getting any younger that’s for sure.”
He says with a small chuckle, he straightens his back for a moment before heading off to the bedroom where he sees the curves of his wife half covered by the bedsheets. He stands there for a moment, admiring her beauty for a few moments longer before sliding into their bed as the night fades to darkness.
To be Continued
“Why do you people always need proof before you start to believe??”
A sigh can be heard as we are inside an empty church, we see Goth seated upon one of the final benches with his feet leaning on top of the backrest of the bench in front of him. He is thumbing his fingers through a small Bible as he is reading the passages of the New Testament before turning his attention towards the camera, acknowledging it with a small smile before pushing a few strays of hair backwards.
“I had hopes that you were different Clyde, I had hopes that you were a believer instead of a doubting man. But alas, I guess we all make mistakes don’t we??”
His fingers runs through the book before finally stopping as his eyes are focused upon the tale that brought a smile upon his face.
“You ever read about the tale of Jonah and the whale Clyde? It’s alright if you didn’t. I mean let’s be honest about it, isn’t this the era of denial these days?? It’s not like that happened back in the day now does it??”
His eyes lifts up from the Bible, raising his eyebrows for a moment as to put more emphasis on the sarcastic remark that he had made, clearly directed towards the man that he will be facing in his in ring debut for the up and coming Anarchy. He turns his attention away from the camera as he sighs before closing the book and places it beside him.
“It’s quite pathetic to be honest to indulge yourself of accusing me to be some sort of god, I understand the whole promo like book report that you were doing about me as a Religious fanatic. What is it with the people these days?? Were you a fan of Genesis singing about Jesus He Knows Me?? It would explain the age difference between us and the entire different point of view of how to approach another wrestler. You see, I get the whole point you are trying to make over and over again that I am old and washed up. But honestly it makes no sense for the rest of it all big shot.”
He smirks at the comment he had made as he grabs a glass of water and takes a sip from it, wiping his mouth with eh back of his hand before placing the glass down next to him on a small table.
“It’s quite sad for you to go out the easy way Clyde, seriously? I’m satisfied by merely a low card placement?? I thought for a man that is also competing with me in WGWF that you would at least realize that I am the talk of the town, being in the Main Event of night one of the Cannabis Cup. Or the mere notion that I am also in a six pack challenge Main Event for the vacated SCW world heavyweight championship?? But alas, I should forgive you for being blinded with your own desire to be the very best.”
“I assumed that someone like you that had made it in a company like the WGWF would be at least someone who knows a thing or two of the business, but I guess I have to sometime readjust my expectations after something opens his mouth and have nothing but dogshit come out of it. Seriously, what do you want me to think if you don’t even read the dotted lines of your contract. Never learned from those who are your peers? Those who have been fucked over by signing a sleezy contract?? Oh I have seen so many before you beg for a few bucks to make it through the day. But I guess some boys become men, while other boys remain nothing but stupid little boys huh??”
He rolls his eyes as he takes another sip from the glass as he cocks his head to the side as he is clearly bored.
“I can already predict that you are searching for excuses when you lose Clyde, I can already tell that you are the type of wrestler that needs adaptation to grow in this sport. You seem to wonder so badly how in the hell I can be relevant for over 20 years, I tell you little kid. I adapt, I evolve… I am always one step ahead of the entire roster. Hell, last week I faced Chronic Chris Page in a casket match and even though I did lose, I was the talk of the town. Just like I will be after facing you Clyde, because that’s the whole experience that you have to accept. It’s all about me.”
“Do you know why I referred to the book of Jonah? It’s because just like you, he did not wanted to do what was expected from him. And he tried to hide from his duty and ultimately put the lives of others on the line, merely because he was selfish. But ultimately he figured out that he was wrong, so will you. And I know it is easy to talk the talk, but you need to fill my boots and learn how to walk the walk. You want to be on the level of wrestlers like a Jenny Myst? Then stop talking about blood as if that is going to scare me like a horror movie, she is what? 5’1?? Doesn’t make her look dangerous now does it? But she will rip the skin of your teeth and parade it like it’s a trophy that she could hang up across the wall until she gets bored with you. You try to talk a big game, but you are too dam clueless on what the fuck your entire personification of Clyde Newton truly is. I don’t know you, but I can already tell you after listening to your rambling and nearly fall asleep that you are a misunderstood bitch, you are not going to accept flaws and blame anyone. You weak skinned, you are someone that will rely upon weak tactics to survive. You want to survive, while I thrive upon the highest of high levels of wrestling. But I’m a professional that accepts the fact that I have to take a step back and fight a mid-card jobber like you. Yeah that’s right, I said the biggest disappointing word in pro wrestling.”
“In a year, depending if you have the patience to stick around for that long. But in a year time, you will look back at this confrontation and every other match afterwards and realize that I wanted to teach you a lesson. I wanted to teach you the lesson of life, to acknowledge me as the Messiah of Pain… Because that’s your problem, you believe that you are entitled to rub up against me and be the biggest slasher in wrestling history. I am going to make you suffer like I have throughout my twenty year career…. And that will make you beg for me to stop. But then it will be too late for you, because once I start… I will never stop.”
He gets up and smiles as he is about to walk off.
“Go and read the book of Jonah Clyde, learn from it and perhaps you will learn it is braver to stand out from the crowd when you admit that you believe, because then and only then you will be saved.”
He nods his head as he walks off as the shot fades.