Post by goth on Jan 14, 2024 14:37:31 GMT -5
How to crack a Diamond part two:
“If I were a rich man…., “
Goth is softly singing the classic song from the classical musical “Fiddler on the Roof as he walks upon the stage of the infamous “Broadway Theatre”. Clad in the outfit from the character Tevye who sings this infamous song, he gallantly moves around the stage while acting as if he is performing in front of a sold out theatre. He stops centre stage, staring at the empty seats that move further than his two eyes can see before bowing slowly as he remains in this position for a few moments.
“Thank you for this wonderful opportunity.”
He softly utters before lifting himself back to a standing position, placing his hands together as he anticipates a reaction before shaking his head.
“I can hear you think…, why in hell are you goofing up like this Goth?? You are a wrestler for crying out loud.”
He lifts his hand in front of his face, the back of his hand turned towards him as he gazes at his wedding ring upon his ring finger. Admiring the diamond upon it that glistens upon the spotlight that has followed him with every move.
“But is that all we are?? Brutality upon two feet?? Aren’t we allowed to be sophisticated as well?? Of course we do, you just don’t wish to confronted with a side of our lives that isn’t beating an opposing wrestler. Yet, you just have to deal with it.”
He starts to wiggle his fingers, smirking at the sight of the diamond as he finally stops. Tracing his diamond with his other hand, pouting his lips before slowly moving the ring slowly towards his mouth and kisses it.
“I can honestly say that there is a similarity between being the very best upon the world of performing in front of people musicals in a theatre like this and performing in front of you inside the wrestling ring. Yet you don’t assume musicals with violence like we perform with the danger of breaking our bodies on a daily basis…”
“And yet do not underestimate the will and desire to outshine the very best, because musical stars are just as violent in their desire to knock off the king… but alas, what do you people know right??”
A smirk emerges upon his lips, shaking his head before making a spin only to stand still upon the same spot that he stood a few moments ago.
“Oh this is why I was put upon this world, to perform in front of the million and million of eyes that was given to you all to watch. And that’s why all of you are still wondering HOW?? How is it possible after such a long storied career that you can still compete, compete with the current wrestlers and their style that was so differently twenty plus years ago??”
“And all I can say is: If I were a rich man…”
He moves around the stage, walks over toward the edge of the stage and elegantly sits down as he crosses his legs while staring at the front row of empty seats in front of him.
“I could go on and on about this, yet you wouldn’t even pay attention to the smaller details. So why would I bother?? Because it is so fun, to tell the tale of a man that has evolved and seemingly remain eternally young. Something that diamonds do not do they?? Oh of course, the wealthy and rich buy these things as they wish to gloat across the red carpet before another boring movie or show. All because it’s what is expected from them, but just like Rammstein have used in their song…. But a diamond is just a stone…”
Goth shrugs as he looks over his shoulder and looks amused upon the camera as he gently motions for it to zoom in on his face as he continues to talk.
“And even that does not save you my dear, because even though a rock has withstood the test of time…. Battled corrosion and adapted to the change of nature… but in the end, even the rock perishes until it is nothing more than a forgotten memory. Memories, is that what you are afraid of becoming?? Is that why you returned? Is that why you told yourself that enough was enough?? So you wished upon a star, travelled back upon the red carpet towards Outcast Championship Wrestling and told them you were willing to break a nail??”
“Let me just wake you up from your pitiful beauty sleep my pretty, I am here to tell you that these hands makes and breaks everything that I touch.”
He holds up his hands, staring at the palms of his hands that show the wear and tear of past battles throughout the two decades that he has been wrestling. Slowly squeezing them to fists before his expression turns into a serious one.
“You see my dear, you were assigned to one man that has gone out to do a quest. Not a mere quest of finding true love, oh no… I am on a quest to avenge the wrongs that has been done upon me. I am upon a quest to clear the name of the Messiah of Pain by the blood of those who dared to make me bleed, that dared to think they could break me”
“And I know, you may think to yourself that you have no business upon what others have done. True, but you are the exact example for me to put a life like example of some of the heart breaking musicals into reality. Because how many of these musicals have not ended up in death?? How many have not caused heart break for the loved ones, merely because of jealousy and greed? And I can tell that these are elements that are a part of you that I need to showcase upont he world that it is wrong…, to send a message to those who need to be taught a lesson of life and death…”
“I intend to be the Jesus Christ… Super Star…, who in the world do you think you are?”
“Seriously people?? It has been for told that I am HIM that brings pain and misery, I am all forgiving for those who have stood by my side since day one. And you? You wish to return, merely to take away that shine from me?? oh no…, that cannot happen. That cannot be the case, because I have already cast judgment upon you by merely breaking your body and will until you cannot put yourself to get up.”
“Because I do not only wish to make you incapable of getting up, oh no. Because that is easy to do, oh no. I am desiring for you to be unwilling to get up. I want to punish you to the point that the only thing you wish to do is to get down upon a knee, bow down your head and beg me for forgiveness. And only then I will grant you an ear to your Sinful Confessions and end your suffering by dropping you face first into the ground.”
“I know that dirt isn’t an inviting thought to have your face stuffed into is it?? But sadly in life there are moments where the only choice you have is to accept fate, accept your downfall. To wonder whether you should blame yourself or anyone else that you can think off, but that does not change the mere fact that I have already broken your will. BECAUSE I AM THE MESSIAH!! THE MESSIAH OF PAIN!!!”
He sighs deeply, letting his rage slowly fade as his fists slowly open and he holds up his hands upwards in a prayer as the light shines brightly upon his face.
“Do not forgive her Father, the excuses of her not knowing what she has done has already been exploited for way too long. Another excuse of a sinful life that I need to wash away like a flood as in the days of Moses that guided his people through the parting Red Sea.. Only to have the Egyptians to drown in front of them. No more forgiveness is needed, it is time for them to look forward to their end, the end of their existence. And when I finally succeeded, it will be my opportunity to move on without looking over my shoulder of what once was. Because I look forward to the end of time, where I am a Rich man….. “
With that he places his hand in front of the camera as that closes the shot.