Post by goth on Mar 26, 2024 16:44:50 GMT -5
It’s time to right the wrong
The clock ticks in Goth’s home, he is seated in his lounge chair, watching the ending of his match against Davenport. Grinding his teeth as he watches the screw job that happened on him. Sweat starts to pour down his forehead as his breathing increases, clearly not wanting to let his emotions take over from him. He pauses the shot as his finger presses into he button of the remote, as if he is trying to press it all the way through the remote control but finally relaxes as he drops his arm.
“It’s as if I am reliving the tale that has lead to Easter”
He lets out a sigh, closing his eyes as he takes several deep breaths. Trying to clear his head before letting out a low sigh, feeling his tense muscles slowly become numb and heavy as he is barely able to move them.
A small tear emerges, but he refuses to give into the emotional state that he feels himself in at this moment. Struggling with the fact that everything in his personal life is a mess as well as the anger of trying to repay the small clique that wants to ruin his career, only to shake it off with a sinister smirk.
“Isn’t it ironic that all of this comes together so close to Easter? Where a man was sentenced for a crime that he had not committed? And yet took it like a man, knowing that it was his destiny to die upon the cross, dying for all of our sins??”
He chuckles as he lets his hands drop upon his lap, thinking about the similarities between what he is experiencing as well of the differences of enduring the walk of shame only to come out even stronger in the end.
He looks over his shoulder as he notices his wife hand him a cup of coffee before joining him, she rests her head upon his shoulder as he lowers his upon the top of hers. The two share a few moments of whispering loving words towards each other, causing him to ultimately wrap his right arm around her waist as that pulls her even closer towards him. Both take a few sips of their coffee, savouring the taste of it. He smells from his coffee, black without anything in it just the way he likes it.
“Will you be alright babe??”
Comes the words of concern from his wife, he knows that she desperately wants to put back on his wrestling tights and fight along his side. But she knows that it is way too soon for her to return to the wrestling ring due to injuries, he places a kiss upon her forehead as that causes her to cock her face towards him with those loving eyes.
“You know exactly how history tends to repeat itself don’t you? Though upon this day and age, I doubt whether asking HIM to forgive them will make sense…. But hey, even the best can be wrong from time to time.”
He looks over at her, giving her a warming smile before softly kissing her upon her lips. She willingly accepts his kiss and returns it with one of her own. Goth backs off his head eventually, stares at the television screen while taking a few more sips from the hot coffee. Placing it upon the table in front of him after finishing the final sip as he feels his muscles being sore, he recognizes how his body has aged over the two decades plus that he has been performing in the squared circle all over the world. Groaning softly as he drops his back against the back rest, feeling his wife wrapping her arms around his as she has placed her cup of coffee next to his empty one.
He lets out a sigh, cherishing the relationship between him and her. How everything was seemingly meant to be when they found each other in his darkest moments in his life, a period in his life that he rather wish to forget. He gently runs his right hand across her waist, feeling the softness of her skin underneath her sweater. Realizing that nothing in life can harm him as long as he has her in life, a woman that has brought back the confidence inside of him as that had made him decide to continue a legacy that he had thought he had thrown away for substance abuse and sinful thoughts that has haunted his life.
“They often say that revenge is a dish best served cold isn’t it Mel??”
He says as he keeps his eyes locked upon the television screen, feeling the determination building inside of him. Wanting to send a message towards Justin York, the man that he realizes will do anything to thwart the Messiah of Pain. Merely because he knows that Justin York fears to come face to face with his judge, jury and executioner.
“I think it is time that I will teach some sinners that it is never too late to change your believes and join me in my quest of redemption.”
He kisses his wife on the lips before slowly standing up, Melissa watches him walk out of the shot with a sinister smile upon her face.
It’s time to teach you a life lesson.
“Four men, all have their own story. Three of them who have their own story of why they should walk out champion after the bell has rang, while only one walks in with a purpose.”
We hear Goth talk as he walks into the view of the camera, wearing only wearing black Armani pants as his feet and upper body is completely unclothed. Standing in front of a painting that is hanging upon the centre of the wall, containing three crosses upon a mountain. Goth extends his hands, granting us a view of his hands where we see black spots in the middle of the palm of his hands.
“A purpose, what can that be?? For all three of you it is proving a point isn’t it?? One wants to prove the point that he can reclaim the belt that he had lost… Whereas the one that beat him wants to prove that it was not a fluke. And then we have the third, who felt he was robbed of a clean victory over a man that he believes that he can beat.”
“Does that sum it all up??”
He grants us a look of pretended mockery.
“And all I can hear you think, but what is your purpose Goth?? Don’t you want to walk out as champion in this match? Proving that you are better than all the others?? How simple must you be if you believe that this is the only thing that matters.”
He shakes his head as he wraps his arms across his chest, staring at the hands that he holds in front of him as he investigates the black spots.
“Obviously I want to leave a mark upon this world, just like these spots that I placed in the palms of my hands. Markings of where I wished to blacken your hopes, just like the nails that were shoved through HIS wrists and ankles. And why?? Because they wanted to make sure that HE would remain upon that cross, because even with all of their ridicule they were worried he would prove them wrong no matter what.”
“How pitiful it is to not have faith in HIS prophecy isn’t it???”
He smirks as he closes his hands, lowering his head towards his arms that he tenses in order to showcase his muscles.
“My destiny is to remove all that is false in your believes, only to substitute it with a healthy dosage of reality. Reality that there is nothing more important than YOURS truly… So does that matter whether I hold that championship belt or not??”
He lets out a sinister laugh, twirls around his feet before spreading his arms as if he is hanging upon the cross and leans his head slightly to the left.
“But why are you in this match to begin with?? It’s quite simple, you value some piece of material over my love… and yet, I wish you to be gunning after me. To break down in sweat, to grind your teeth in disbelief… Just like Blake Alexander finally had to succumb to the inevitable… Do you remember my friend?? A moment in life that caused you to break down in your own belief of being the very best. Because you no longer are the head honcho that has sold his soul for a piece of gold… Right Justin??”
Goth gives a wink towards the camera as his sinister smile extends upon his face while cocking his head slightly to the right.
“Did all of this cause you to lose that what you held most dear?? To lose it all towards a grotesque entity that is merely resembled as a clown?? Blame it all upon me my friend, you know I can take it. I have carried so many loads upon my back that it is nearly second nature… something that fabrication like a championship belt does nothing to come close resembling to what I am all about.”
“But then again, pitiful nature is what drives a creature like you insane. While I am your light, while you dare to dwell in the same darkness that has granted Justin York temporarily pleasures of lust. But perhaps you can already tell where his future may very well be after this fourway dance ends up in a one, two and three….”
He graciously moves his arms, twirling his hands in order to be pushed away from him only to turn back towards his face.
“How does it feel to be the man that has put everything on the line, the man that wants to remembered to have beaten someone without some help. It’s quite impossible to achieve glory without anyone’s help. But I get it my friend, I get why you have taken yourself to a level that you wish to say that you have overtaken a Messiah. And yet, you obviously have not come from the era that has taught me that YOU TAKE whatever is being presented upon a silver platter. Because it is what drives your animalistic nature to take. And yet you believe that everything should be HANDED to you, because you deserve everything that you get.”
“Only for me to say that your ideals are fine, at least for simpletons that believe that when you do good that it will return in tenfold. While all you have to do is believe!!!!”
He lifts his head up in the air, extending his arms before slowly putting his hands together in a prayer as he drops upon his knees and closes his eyes.
“Because when you open up your heart, all will come to you. All that I want you to have is my love, my passion and my undying attention as I will beat it all into you. Oh yes, true love is the painful way of accepting that you are nothing but a second rate idealist. A second rate pawn in my quest to look into the eyes of the one that betrayed me, the one man that embraces the Judas that sold me out for a few lousy golden coins. The same material that you wish to chase after, believing that you are a worthy “Champion?” A different word for champion is messiah, to lead a whole group of people to the promised land, but all I can say is no.”
“No to the fact that I would not grant you a passage into the promised land if you had taken the tainted victory the way you should have, yet I cannot grant you a Monopoly card to collect your fee when you are being pushed all the way to Start. Because life isn’t a game that you can restart whenever you feel like it, oh no my dear Davenport. Because no matter what, all you had to do is accept the fact that I am the saviour… something that a tainted victory cannot alter. But I guess I can understand that you can no longer live in shame right??”
He smirks once more, graciously turning his back towards the camera as we see his head cock over to the side as he remains silent for a few more moments.
“Greed is where you will fall before my feet, realizing how your shortcomings have become a reality. Just like Blake Anderson has tried to run away from his punishment, so will younot escape the ultimate destruction of your own sins. It’s how you were born and so shall you die in order to become a better human being…. If I let you of course.”
“And then there is one more left.”
He turns around, staring at the camera through the hair that has fallen before his feet as this was caused by the sudden movement.
“Hij was maar een clown…., I know you don’t understand a damn word of my native tongue of Dutch. But these are the first words of an infamous song from Ben Cramer, telling a tale from a smiling Clown. A clown that smiled all the way until his death, a smiling clown that was as sad as the belief that you may have that you deserve that championship belt. A title that makes you believe that you have finally stepped out of anonymity, the hope of finally stepping out of the loneliness that is slowly killing you from inside.”
“Because this song is exactly everything that represents your pitiful existence, because a clown may attempt to put smiles upon every visiting entity no matter whether they are young or old. Not realizing that this is merely a temporarily escape from the sadness and hatred that is a lifeline that marks everyone for being selfish and stupid. Because a clown is merely an excuse, a mask that hides the reality. The reality that life in itself is worthless without me. And all you do is smile, because you don’t even realize that you are already dead…. As dead as the clown in the song was. Because nobody really knew the clown, nobody even cared to have feelings for a man that hides behind face paint. A man that is bitter behind a painted smile, while reality tells me that there is only one true happiness… And that is yours truly staring you in your eyes,. Not allowing you an opportunity to blink your eyes and tell me anything besides the fact that you wish to hand me the golden belt and beg me for forgiveness.”
“Because you see this?”
Goth points at the painting with he crosses as he smiles
“Three men got placed upon mount Golgotha, three men that were judged for crimes while only one was innocent. A man that got mocked by the people that once claimed to have loved him and a murderer on one side of him. People that we can replace by clowns, because clowns is nothing but an excuse. And you my damn dirty clown, you are going to try and perform a trick in my presence. You may try and create a dog out of balloons, drop down as you fall over your own two feet. But ultimately I will not laugh, I will not show any happiness. Because deep down inside my heart I only feel pity, sadness and the desire to end your misery swift and painful. Because I will drag three damn bodies upon the crosses of your own personal sins, hang you up for the world to see in front of my presence. And tell you all that I will not forgive you, because none of you have ever attempted to forgive HE who cannot sin. And I will look down upon the dirt of the squared circle where that championship belt of yours will be covered in dirt. Dirt that is your sinful lives that resembles the exact reasons why you believe that you should be walking away with that championship belt. But nothing in reality matters…. Only The Messiah of Pain will grant you the never ending smile upon that stinking face…..”
He is about to walk off as he stops and turns his head towards the camera.
“You were nothing but a clown…., remember that….”
The End.