Post by goth on Oct 30, 2023 8:27:50 GMT -5
It’s late in the evening as Goth enters his hotel room in Miami, Florida after the Cannabis Cup victory against Joe Montuori, a night he would not quickly forget. He walks over towards the refrigerator as he pulls out a can of water out of it, pours some water into a glass and closes the refrigerator after returning the can of water back where it stood earlier. He turns around, noticing that there’s no lights coming from either the living room or the bedroom. Realizing that Melissa must have dozed off after she had made her return, even if it was merely to kick Amber Mansley’s head in. The thought had brought a smile upon his face, knowing how much she despised the loud mouth bitch.
“You can only poke the bear so many times.”
He mutters under his breath to nobody in particular, he walks over towards the lounge sofa before oh so non elegantly dropping himself into it. Managing to hold th glass of water upwards without spilling a drop before taking a sip.
“I really hate those post show media interviews.”
He mutters to himself, dropping his head backwards against the backrest of the sofa, closing his eyes as he thinks back to all the questions that he had to answer in regard of beating Joe Montuori. He grimaces, feeling all the bruises upon his body as he runs his left hand across his midsection. He lets out a sigh as he puts the glass towards his lips and takes another sip. He thins back, everyone wanted to know how he felt about this victory, how special it was to come back after all these months and avenge the man that broke his arm and disgraced the memory of his deceased first wife. Memories that he now wants to forget, looking forward to the future as he is on the top of the mountain for now.
“What happens today doesn’t matter tomorrow.”
He chuckles to himself as he takes another sip, he grabs his cell phone after feeling the buzzing sensation of receiving a message. His eyes can be seen moving from left to right as he reads the message and smirks.
“Halloween Havoc eh?”
He drops the phone beside him and closes his eyes, thinking about his in ring debut at OCW, facing Clyde Newton. He shrugs his head, remembering the excitement in Clyde as he was looking forward to face the in ring veteran. He had admired the desire of his younger opponent to compete, the desire that could take you far in the wrestling industry. And yet he took all that Clyde had to offer before returning the favour and defeat him in their first time ever confrontation.
“What can I say Clyde???”
He whispers, grinning as he remembers the frustration in the man’s eyes after the realization had sat in that he got beat. Goth had faced younger wrestler’s like Clyde before, they all had one thing in common. They were too wet behind the ears, always wanting to excite the crowd instead of focussing on that what has to be done. He lifts the glass to his mouth for the final time before moving forward as he places the glass on the saloon table in front of him. He leans back as his back comes in contact with the soft fabric of the sofa before lifting his feet and places them upo n the saloon table as he places his hands behind his head and groans.
“Don’t feel bad Clyde, you need to be aware that you got an entire career ahead of you. But I hope that this old fox taught you a lesson in treating your peers with respect and actually mean it.”
He says in a whisper as if he had turned his head towards someone’s ear in order to tell the specific person something important that nobody else should hear, it’s something that he had experienced in the latter years of his twenty plus years. It made him change his routine after a match as to drink more water instead of the alcohol that he would drink during his partying days.
Partying days, a thought that caused a smile to emerge upon his lips as he thinks back to his early wrestling career. A career where he struggled to make a name for himself until the Global Wrestling Alliance took a gamble upon him. A gamble that he realized had come at the right time in his career as he had contemplated quitting the one thing he had loved the most. But when that opportunity came he knew he had to grab it with both hands, something that he had done in more ways than one.
His thoughts return to Clyde, he had to admit that the spark Clyde had shown made him think back to where he was at the start of his career. That and the naivety that he had shown, a lesson that Goth himself had to learn the hard way nobody else will be there to pick up the pieces in your career but yourself.
“I hope you learned the hard way Clyde, because I don’t give second opportunities.”
The hardening face shows he isn’t playing around, he places both hands upon his face as he stretches his body and groans before deciding to reach out for the glass of water and empties it in one swift motion. He slowly gets up, turning his attention towards the bedroom door where he knows where his wife is at when noticing a small light burning next to a lounge chair, raising an eyebrow as he had noticed it previously. His eyes looks around when he suddenly sees crossed legs of a woman seated in the lounge chair, smirking as he assumes that it has to be Melissa as he walks towards it.
“Gerrit?? Is that you??”
Goth freezes as he hears the voice of his wife coming from the bedroom behind him, he turns around to where the sound had come from as he notices his wife standing there in the door entrance while wearing a nightie. He looks puzzled for a few moments before turning around where he had believed that Melissa was seated a few moments earlier, noticing that the light has turned off again as the figure has disappeared.
“You okay sweetie??”
Melissa asked as this startles Goth, not having noticed that she had approached him. She gently wraps her arms around his arm as he feels her gentle fingers squeeze his arm as she looks back at him.
“Yeah, I just thought I saw something….”
His gaze returns back towards the lounge chair, looking around the hotel room whether if he could see any tracks of the female , scratching the back of his head as he finally shrugs and turns his attention towards his wife.
“I must be getting old, let’s go to bed.”
Melissa smiles as she holds him in her arms, feeling the soft fabric of her nightie press against his body before grabbing him by the hand and directs him towards their bedroom. The shot stays upon the bedroom door when we suddenly notice a figure walk up towards the door, all dressed in black while sporting a few strings of blond hair before the shot slowly fades.
*Halloween*
October 29th 2023
We see Goth standing upon a rooftop while holding the Slipknot mask he wears every time that he enters the arena, rubbing his fingers across the fabric of the mask as the holes where his eyes should be is seemingly staring back into his eyes.
“Sometimes it is best to reflect your surroundings through your own eyes, but we sometimes forget to stare into our own reflection and wonder whether we can look at ourselves and decide whether our actions were the right ones or not. I guess that is something that you still need to learn don’t you Clyde??”
His hands hold tightly around the mask, digging his fingers into the fabric as this causes it to stretch a little. Goth lets go after a few moments, allowing the mask to return back to its normal form as he lifts it upwards in front of his face as if he looks at his own face.
“I guess you did not learn from the warnings I had spoken, I guess you are unaware of the reality that I preach. You will undoubtedly wake up one day and educate yourself to become a better person, perhaps a better wrestler even. But until that day comes, I will warn you that you are not on my level.”
He lowers his arms, dropping them beside his body as he holds onto his mask with his right hand, he stares at the view of the Miami limelight.
“Where one fails gives another the opportunity to shine isn’t it?? Shining isn’t the same thing as picking up a win though. But I am certain that Blake.”
Goth’s facial expression changes after mentioning the name of his opponent for the Halloween show, he turns his attention towards the outside view while holding his breath for five seconds. He lifts the mask and squeezes tight with his hand before reluctantly shaking his head.
“I got to be honest Blake, I don’t know you. Does that sound disrespectful? Perhaps, but that is not my intent. Because there is only one intent for me to get this match settled and that is to beat you in the most violent way possible. And you may ask yourself why the violence??”
He smirks as he releases the tight grip of his mask as he runs the fingers of his other hand across the thorn crown as if he is mesmerized.
“Violence isn’t the way to my ultimate love for every single person out there, it is the way of hatred isn’t it?? The way of anger having to be unleashed because someone did something that angered you, but you haven’t my friend. But in my believes people need to hurt in order to heal…. And for every single person there is a different way to be health…. And for you it is upon one of the most sinful celebrations ever made by mankind…”
“How ironic isn’t it??”
He lifts the corners of his mouth, baring his teeth slightly as the sadistic nature of the veteran can be revealed, referring to his believes upon the world and his opponent that he will be facing in a Four Corners Of Pain match.
“Four Corner’s of Pain Blake, people may just say that it is possibly A match made for a man that refers to him as the Messiah Of Pain, only because they imagine that I am a lover to inflict pain. And how wrong they are, I don’t want to hurt you. But it’s what I am made to do, I need to because all of YOU have turned your backs upon ME. And how can I finally forgive you better than just put you through the same embarrassment that your Savior went through… times a thousand, because how else would I be able to get the message through to you, because all that you are adapted to is violence.”
“I don’t care about the explanations that everyone will have for their actions, everyone has their excuses to sin. And often they refer to themselves as incompetent to understand that they just should put their hands together and pray.”
“Father, forgive me as I have to sin….”
He turns his head towards the camera and suddenly reaches his arms towards it as he grabs it, pulling it close to his face as we see the bloodshed in his eyes as he suddenly starts to smell the camera.
“I love the scent of sinful fools who shit their pants Blake, I must admit I had not expected it to be of this content. But even I, the almighty Messiah can be surprised from time to time isn’t it?? And I ask myself, are you prepared for the pain and begging for mercy?? Are you ready to to man up for your sins and take the beating that you deserve?? Because I intend to drag you all the way towards all four corners, put you through the same punishment that YOUR MESSIAH has endured. Just imagine to have an entire nation turn their back upon you, just because of what man has believes in?? The mere fact of having thorns being shoved inside your brain and have blood pour down your face. To have your hands and ankles impaled before being lifted up in the air while people watch you die?? If you think that you will endure pain upon a sinful celebration?? Just be thankful that I am going politely in comparison of what HE went through for all of your sins…”
“Sins is the key isn’t it??”
He grins a little bit further, he puts the mask in front of his face as he kisses the forehead before slowly putting it on his face. Inhaling the oxygen of the Miami air surrounding him as if he has started to breath it for the very first time.
“Just imagine, explosions, weaponry and what else that the sinful minds of us humans have come up with to punish the others. Isn’t it ironic that your own tools will be your own doom?? To be the tool of your coming out and eye opening barriers being shattered?? It’s clear that it is all my doing, because only I know what it takes to join me on the side of good. I hope you will enjoy your final holiday as a sinner, because the night after all will have changed…..”
“Good night Blake…., it’s time to heal…”
With that Goth walks off as the shot slowly fades.