Post by goth on Feb 24, 2024 15:55:44 GMT -5
Three Is The Magic Number
The shot opens with an hour glass, sand is slowly falling down through the small centre to the bottom of the glass. There is only a few drops of sand left as a hand moves forward to spin it around in order for the cycle to start all over again.
“I have seen how things seem to be a conflict of interest these days…”
A hoarse voice utters as we see the hand gripping upon the hour sand as it squeezes upon the mechanism surrounding the hour glass.
“How does that saying go?? Oh yes, history tends to repeat itself doesn’t it?? And with me it always seems to evolve around the number three. I guess three is a lucky charm.”
The hand moves away from the hour glass as the camera moves along, ultimately catching the man who we know as Goth seated in a corner of a room. He is wearing a white blouse, the three top buttons have been opened up while the sleeves are being rolled up to his elbows. He is wearing an black Armani pants that because of all the dirt that is around it must have been worn quite a while without being cleaned. He stares at the hour glass, watching the sand fall down with quite interest.
“It’s been quite a while since the days that everyone wanted to boast about them betraying their saviour, ultimately trying to kill me. Have they not learned from the past failures that we celebrate every year???”
He rubs his face with his hand, scratching the stubs around his goatee as his eyes seem to follow every drop of sand that falls down through the tiny centre of the hour glass. Mesmerized by the speed of it all as he reaches out for the hour glass and holds it in front of his face.
“And the funny part of it all is that I got all the time in the world, it’s as if I got the whole world in the palm of my hands and watch on how predetermined confidence from you all start to crumble at my feet. But I guess that’s what you get when you take the low road as a sinner.”
He smirks, closing his eyes for a moment as he leans his head back against the corner of the wall as he lets out a sigh. A shiver runs down his spine from the cold temperature that is surrounding him, causing the hairs on his arms to stand up.
“I have toyed with the thought of doing the same to a Casino Kid what has been done to the city of Babylon. But I know that those who seek attention needs to clenched from this world upon a far more sophisticated fashion. So I will allow you to squirm around like a snake that you are, because tempting a woman to eat from the forbidden fruit isn’t much of a challenge in comparison to kill the Messiah…. Then again, you do know he will rise upon the third day of his passing right??”
He reopens his eyes, staring at the camera for the very first time as if he had noticed it just now, a dark presence can be felt from the man that has been competing for several decades upon a successful fashion.
“I tend to preach upon deaf man’s ears, but that can hardly be blamed upon my efforts. Because it is you that either opens up your heart to open up to me. But why would you? You got all the chips piling out of your pockets and an unbeatable hand when it comes down to a game of cards…. But this is life, something that I own and I intend to break your string of luck….. By squeezing the life out of your slithering body as I hold your blackened heart in front of your eyes before you perish… A sight that you can look forward to experience to be the final thing that YOU will ever do Justin…”
A sigh of relief comes over Goth, finally mentioning the name of a man that has been trying to redeem himself from cowering out of a past confrontation.
“I already know the lies that the future will bring, a burden that I shall bear for the concern of the entire world of pro wrestling. A small task in the eye of the beholder, because unlike you Justin. You aren’t the main priority in my life in comparison of the Messiah of Pain being that of yours. But until that day comes my friend, I shall pray for you to at least find the courage to stick around. A tall task that you have failed oh so miserably over and over and over and….”
With that Goth spins the hour glass around one more time as he turns his attention towards the camera with a smile.
“And over again…”
With that he extends his hand towards the camera as that blackens the shot as we fade to black while listening to Goth’s sadistic laughter.
Three isn’t the final number.
“Here we are again Blake, just like when you thought you had disposed of me in our last match… Things just seem to return to how it was. How ironic that you just have to turn around and get to face to face with destiny, slowly choking the oxygen out of your body just as fast as you seem to have lost words to say. Predictability is a key in the lives of mortals Blake, something that you as a simpleton like you have found the answers to.”
We see him emerge into view, wearing nothing more like a gown that stories have told about during ancient days of jewish occupation by the Roman empire. Goth is wearing sandals on his feet, chains wrapped around his hands as his hair has fallen across his face.
“Two times we have met, both times you have beaten me. Three times is a charm, yet I seek redemption upon your soul. I have the answers to all of your questions, that obviously is running through your mind. And I am not referring to the whole why am I facing Goth for a third time, oh no Blake. I am referring to the questions of life, why do I exist? What is my purpose in this world?? And to all of this I tell you, that the answers are in the palms of my hands.”
He lifts upwards his hands, causing the chains to cling to each other as the sound echoes in the empty and dark room that he stands in. We see the scars of previous battles visible upon the palms of his hands as he motions for the camera to come nearer.
“The problem for individuals like you is that you scatter away from my answers, because what I will eventually tell you inside that ring will be hurtful…. People do tend to run away from the painful and obvious reality that there is no reality. That there is nothing more than the mere punishment that I will dish out, like a snake that sinks its teeth into the flesh of its victim and let the poison run free.”
“And all I tend to do is to chain you to a wall, find the ankles and wrist of your existence before I spike them to a cross. Your cross Blake, a cross that I am no longer intending to carry for each and everyone of you. And before you start to assume that I am merely talking into a metaphors?? Then I will break every bone in your body for every time that you and everybody else has harmed my feelings.”
He cocks his head to the left, extends his arms forwards as he tries to separate them as far as possible. Only to have the chains force them to remain upon a certain position as he lets out a sigh.
“Take these hands, let them guide you to the promised land”
He smirks as he shakes his head no.
“But no, the promised land has closed it’s doors for you Blake. And all you have to do to reopen them is to go through me. A simple task to do isn’t it?? You have already done so…., too bad you fail to realize that it was just a battle…. Whereas I am not fighting a battle… I am intending to execute war upon you. I intend to maim you, I intend to scratch these hands of salvation into your flesh and scratch away every pour of sinful intent.”
“I will probably have to taste your and my blood, I probably will ask the Father from above to forgive you…. Knowing that you do not know what you have done, but HE and I know better. We have already come to the conclusion that nothing that you will say or do will show remorse. The only true way out of your own misery. And that will give me cart blanche to send you from pillar to post for as long as it needs. For as long as it takes I will embark upon you like a wolf, trying to ravage away another lost sheep. And yet when I bite, you will not see it coming.”
He starts to bash his face with both hands, then starting to scratch his face as we see marks emerge upon his cheeks.
“Hurting you will hurt myself even more, because it is MY PAIN that I will inflict upon you. I have been granted a free tour to delve into in a mindset that I have not been accustomed to in such a very long time. And quite franky??”
He begins to laugh maniacally as his fingers stop at the bottom of his face, we see a trail of small drops emerge from where his fingers had been as it comes in contact with his nails.
“I start to enjoy every moment of it, making me understand why people like you enjoy sinning so much. It’s so easy to let go of all your morals and just lie… just steal and just…”
His eyes darken as he breathes heavily
“Ultimately kill every notion of what doing good is proper to do, oh no Blake. I already see visions of the future.. Already I see you hanging upon a cross beside me. Begging for me to think of you when I rise to the Heavens… And where Jesus told him that he would see him in Paradise, I will see you flattened down helpless on the desert sand of pain and misery. Feeling your flesh burn away with every passing second, begging for a moment in the shade. Because you may say that this is a barbaric thought for me to wish upon another, but that’s what you will expect when we meet in our third match.”
“But this won’t be a match my friend, this will be the turning point of you starting to realize that this is not a fight but a war. That in the long run I will endure where you perish… Do not trouble yourself to understand, because NOTHING Will BE SO CLEAR UNTIL IT IS TOO LATE!!!”
“I will see you upon the other side, where we will balance upon the edge of sanity and insanity. Where a thin line separates us from them Blake… I will make you wish that you had not done what the reason is why we are brought together once again… Ashes to Ashes… Dust to Dust… I will hurt you my friend… forgive me….”
With that Goth’s presence slowly fades as the shot ends.