Post by goth on Jan 13, 2024 13:40:30 GMT -5
How to crack a Diamond part one
It’s a new year, Goth has lost his final match in 2023 and he has a goal set in mind, but before he can accomplish this he has to fend off a returning Diamond. We see him walk through the hallways of his own home in Manhattan, New York. Having just done a work out in his own private gym, working on his cardio as he has his mind set on outlasting every other superstar in OCW. Now he has his mind set upon preparing something to eat as he enters the room and heads over towards the open kitchen.
“Hi babe, how was your workout?”
Asks his wife Melissa, he kisses her on the cheek and tells her that everything went well before turning his attention towards the refrigerator. Grabbing a few eggs as he is about to bake an egg.
“I am looking forward to get back in the ring and start the new year off in a positive note.”
He says as he cracks an egg and pours it into the pan, watching it spread across the pan as he turns his attention towards his wife who is drinking a glass of orange juice. His eyes are roaming over her lovely body, admiring her physique as she is wearing a tight sweater and sweat pants. She winks at him as he turns his attention back towards his frying pan.
“Talking about that, what do you know about your opponent??”
“To be honest?? Not much, but that will change very soon I am sure.”
He says to answer the question of his wife, he has faced a lot of opponents in his career that he had not known prior. Something that he had been told many times through the early years of his career to be careful what you say or do, something he had always shrugged his shoulders at. He has always felt most comfortable at the point that he would just go at his opponent with full force, not caring who it is. The believe that nobody would be able to beat him, that they have to prove him otherwise in the process.
He grows a small smile upon his face, remembering his days in Global Wrestling Alliance. Where his status amongst the roster of the company had labelled him as a noob, a nobody and a freak because he dared to be different. Only to grow from nothing to the owners enforcer who terrorized those who dared to alter their vision. He balls his hand to a fist as he remembers the many battles that he had endured, how much he desired to get inside the heads of those who had believed that they were better than him. Something that he had to admit is still a challenge for him to continue, even though times has changed.
He shakes his head, watches his egg as he grabs a little b it of salt and pours it over the baked egg before turning his attention towards the cupboard and reaches out for a plate. He then searches for his bread basket and places a slice of bread upon the plate in anticipation for the baked egg to be added.
“Egg huh??”
Melissa asks as he smirks, he loved to devour an egg sandwich every now and then. Something that she just wasn’t into as much, but then again she had her things that he despised. He had always thought that was something that you just have to accept in a relationship.
“So what are your plans for today??”
He asks as his eyes do not move away from the baked egg inside the frying pan, waiting for the usual answer that he had already figured out.
“It’s Saturday, so I’m going to to watch our favourite show tonight.”
He smirks, she loved watching Dutch programs through their laptop late at night in bed. Wie Is De Mol (Who Is The Mole) is their favourite program and they have never missed an episode since getting together. He senses that the egg is ready as he grabs the frying pan and slides the egg upon the sandwich before grabbing the plate and walks over towards the dinner table as Melissa walks over towards him and hands him a glass of orange juice before kissing his forehead and walks off.
“So I guess I am all alone, me and the egg sandwich… and all the time in the world to have a little one sided conversation about you Diamond.”
He stands up, walks over and grabs a knife and fork before turning back towards the dinner table as he sits down, starting to slice the egg sandwich before taking a small bite.
“You know the saying: “I am a lover, not a fighter??” Well I am quite the example in this case, because I can love my wife and fight those who I need to in order for them to crumble at my feet. And quite extraordinary isn’t it to see that we have to fight until one cannot continue??”
He takes another bite while giving a satisfied smirk between bites, he takes a sip from the orange juice before he continues.
“Now I can make all the claims that I am the toughest rock of them all, I can make claims that I enjoy inflicting as well as receiving punishment. I can tell the world that I thrive upon seeing my own blood upon my hands and even more if it is the blood of others, but that’s only heelish statements that can be seen on bad Saturday Morning cartoons scaring little kids. So I am not going to resort myself to lowering my standards, but I do intend to get these hands dirty in order for the new year to start off with a painful healing.”
“And why so you may ask? Is it merely because I have a vendetta? Or is it merely because I got nothing better to say??”
He smirks as he takes another bite and closes his eyes as he is enjoying the sensations his taste buds are savouring over.
“Oh in contrair Mon Ami, it’s rather simple when you come to think about it. For me it is a lifestyle that I wish to inflict upon others. To heal your thoughts and vanish any possible doubt upon how you should live your life, while the only answer to that question is simple…”
“You got to hurt in order to be healed…”
There is a silence as he finishes his egg sandwich, drinks from his glass of orange juice as he places both elbows upon the dinner table and stares into the camera that has moved across the table.
“It’s a quite simple, yet difficult concept for anyone to comprehend my pretty, you see people hurt all the time. I am sure that you do not see any essence that all your pain is a key to your healing process and for that thought I compliment you. But do not get cocky my dear, because even though you may have taken the name of the most expensive and desired piece of rock that is imaginable upon this planet, it is still not the same. Because the daily suffering is merely because you wish to divert yourself from the truth, the truth is that I am the healer that you seek. You think that you can do everything better than I can, that you do not need me??”
“Oh how pitiful, how painfully obvious that you should not have returned Diamond. Because you have been the obvious choice since the minute that you stepped foot inside this company, that your punishment for being a child of the apple eating bitch has sealed your fate. And people have been cursed ever since, at one point enough has to be enough isn’t it??”
Suddenly Goth lets a sadistic smile upon his lips, driving the fork into the table as it stands upright while the top end is now wobbling in the hardwood of the table.
“I guess I may have to congratulate you, because at least for one lost soul it all is fitted to end on the seventeenth of January 2024 in the year of our Lord Goth. And how will I do this will you say?? Oh I am sure as hell not going to bore you with religious lectures, you already have had enough time to study the words between the lines and have not heaved it well. I intend to crucify you, I intend to drive a crown of thorns into your skull and watch you beg mercifully for forgiveness. Again, something that you should have been thinking about oh so many years ago.”
“Wasn’t it Johnny Cash that sang the lines of “When The Man Comes Around??” Words that you should not have taken as catchy lyrics to an even more catchy rhythm. Oh no my dear pretty, you may be rough and not quite polished, but you have the barriers to crack under pressure. People often say if you fail to try again right?? In my case, there is no option to undo the wrong…. In my presence there is only one opportunity and only one time to be healed…. And on the seventeenth, I shall heal you by merely hurting you so much that you got no other option than accept my blessing…. The Blessing of the Messiah of Pain…”
With that Goth stares into the camera as the shot fades.