Post by goth on Apr 23, 2024 16:26:17 GMT -5
apologies for being late as i've been having a busy past few weeks
The clock ticks as Goth is seated in his bed while reading a book, his eyes are tracing the lines upon the pages while his wife is sleeping. He looks at his watch, rolling his eyes at the realization how late it is and closes his book before placing it beside him on the nightstand.
“I guess it’s time for me to go to sleep.”
He sighs as his hand reaches over towards the light switch, turning off the light as he rubs his hands across his face and groans. Thinking back to the past week where he had endured more downs than ups. Losing several matches in different companies as he has another match coming up in EPW against Alexandra Callaway. He looks over towards his wife, letting out a sigh as he thinks back to the moment that he lost the world title match against Finn Whelan, realizing that he had to come to continue with the decision that it would be his retirement int hat company.
He remembered the moment that he came backstage, watching his wife and son standing there as the three shared an emotional moment as he got hugged by both of his wife and son. And yet it felt as if a weight had fallen from his shoulders, realizing that he no longer had to compete there again and be at the side of his wife as she finally decided to return to in ring competition. A desire he had noticed that had been boiling inside of her for quite a while.
He groans as he turns over on his right side, trying to fall asleep as he closes his eyes. Only to realize after a while he is forcing himself to fall asleep but is unable to do so. Causing him to sit up as he breathes heavily. Inwardly cursing at himself as it starts to frustrate him being unable to fall asleep as that causes him to sit upwards as he slides his legs out of the bed before heading over towards the kitchen and opens the refrigerator, opening it and grabs a bottle of milk as he pours some in an empty glass before taking a few sips from it.
He slowly sits down at the kitchen table and lets the past few days pass in front of him as that causes his hands to slowly close around his glass as the milk inside of it starts to shake due to the aggression that is building inside of him before letting go. He places his hands in front of his face and groans.
“What is going on with me??”
He asks himself out of frustration, nearly feeling the need to throw the glass against the wall but ultimately refrains himself from doing something stupid. Not wanting to risk it for stepping his bare feet in a piece of glass, let alone his wife or his son. His hands are starting to shake while lifting the glass towards his mouth in an attempt to drink.
“You alright Gerrit?”
The soft voice of his wife asks himself, the one voice that he had hoped he would not hear. He looks at her as he admires her innocent look on her face. Causing him to sigh as he shakes his head in a negative way.
“I can’t fall asleep, I am just frustrated”
He says as he pours the final bit of his glass down his throat before wiping his mouth, he places his hand upon the hands of his wife who wraps her arms around his chest after walking inside the kitchen. She places a kiss upon his shoulder, not saying a word as she knew the frustration is brewing inside of him due to how his career has been going as of late.
“I love you Mel”
He says with a soft voice, closing his eyes as he finally feels the pressure falling from his body due to his wife as she whispers in his ear
“Come back to bed Gerrit”
She says as she grabs hold of his hand and guides him to their bedroom before the shot fades.
“I guess the world wants to hear an explanation huh? An explanation why things sometimes do not go the way they want them to isn’t it??”
Goth says as he stands on top of the roof of his apartment complex, gazing over Manhattan, New York with a cold look on his face.
“Sorry for you all,k but I am not entitled to explain to you a damn thing. The only thing that I can tell is that I am still here and I got another chance to change the writing upon the wall when it is my wrestling career concerned.”
He says with a smirk upon his face, knowing that he will be competing soon in a one on one contest.
“And guess what? I still enjoy getting in the ring and compete, do you mind??”
He cocks his eye towards the camera for a moment before smirking as he directs his attention back towards the city where he lives in for around 20 years. He inhales deeply, thinking about what is going on as he turns his attention towards the camera.
“You know something people?? I have been doing this for over 20 years now, I have known more success than failure. And guess what? Having to deal with failure more often starts to get to you, it starts to want you to erase that part of your life and start all over again. How dumb must that sound huh??”
He smirks as he shakes his head.
“And guess what?? With these few words I have created a sort of sympathy from a crowd of people that I see as nothing more than a piece of crap. There is so much more for me to accomplish, especially when it comes down to a few names right Alexandra??”
“Did you think that I would forget you sweet cakes?? Oh bet your ass I haven’t, but you are not the main priority for me that I want to keep alive. So I guess that whatever happens in our match is not to my concern… But just know this Ally, I am not going lightly and I am going to enjoy every single moment of it.”
“Must sound like a freak huh? Don’t blame me, just blame the golden goose that has been running from his judgment for his entirety since last year… funny isn’t it huh? Men are often proclaimed to stand up for their priorities.., I guess Justin’s priorities has never been to have a set of balls and use them in a ordinary fashion besides of unleashing his load.”
He huffs and shakes his head.
“But I won’t blame you for having hope, I won’t blame you for doing the job that you were paid to do. Just don’t blame me from doing mine when I crack that skull in half and watch your suffering spread in front of me like a freaking river. But don’t worry, because I will beg for forgiveness when that happens… Because that’s the type of guy I am.”
“So do me a favour, shut up and fight me… That’s all I am asking for and that’s all that I want from you. Because I know I won’t be getting any action from that coward Justin….”
“So until the show lights go off and the bell rings…, the end is near…”
With that the shot fades.
The clock ticks as Goth is seated in his bed while reading a book, his eyes are tracing the lines upon the pages while his wife is sleeping. He looks at his watch, rolling his eyes at the realization how late it is and closes his book before placing it beside him on the nightstand.
“I guess it’s time for me to go to sleep.”
He sighs as his hand reaches over towards the light switch, turning off the light as he rubs his hands across his face and groans. Thinking back to the past week where he had endured more downs than ups. Losing several matches in different companies as he has another match coming up in EPW against Alexandra Callaway. He looks over towards his wife, letting out a sigh as he thinks back to the moment that he lost the world title match against Finn Whelan, realizing that he had to come to continue with the decision that it would be his retirement int hat company.
He remembered the moment that he came backstage, watching his wife and son standing there as the three shared an emotional moment as he got hugged by both of his wife and son. And yet it felt as if a weight had fallen from his shoulders, realizing that he no longer had to compete there again and be at the side of his wife as she finally decided to return to in ring competition. A desire he had noticed that had been boiling inside of her for quite a while.
He groans as he turns over on his right side, trying to fall asleep as he closes his eyes. Only to realize after a while he is forcing himself to fall asleep but is unable to do so. Causing him to sit up as he breathes heavily. Inwardly cursing at himself as it starts to frustrate him being unable to fall asleep as that causes him to sit upwards as he slides his legs out of the bed before heading over towards the kitchen and opens the refrigerator, opening it and grabs a bottle of milk as he pours some in an empty glass before taking a few sips from it.
He slowly sits down at the kitchen table and lets the past few days pass in front of him as that causes his hands to slowly close around his glass as the milk inside of it starts to shake due to the aggression that is building inside of him before letting go. He places his hands in front of his face and groans.
“What is going on with me??”
He asks himself out of frustration, nearly feeling the need to throw the glass against the wall but ultimately refrains himself from doing something stupid. Not wanting to risk it for stepping his bare feet in a piece of glass, let alone his wife or his son. His hands are starting to shake while lifting the glass towards his mouth in an attempt to drink.
“You alright Gerrit?”
The soft voice of his wife asks himself, the one voice that he had hoped he would not hear. He looks at her as he admires her innocent look on her face. Causing him to sigh as he shakes his head in a negative way.
“I can’t fall asleep, I am just frustrated”
He says as he pours the final bit of his glass down his throat before wiping his mouth, he places his hand upon the hands of his wife who wraps her arms around his chest after walking inside the kitchen. She places a kiss upon his shoulder, not saying a word as she knew the frustration is brewing inside of him due to how his career has been going as of late.
“I love you Mel”
He says with a soft voice, closing his eyes as he finally feels the pressure falling from his body due to his wife as she whispers in his ear
“Come back to bed Gerrit”
She says as she grabs hold of his hand and guides him to their bedroom before the shot fades.
“I guess the world wants to hear an explanation huh? An explanation why things sometimes do not go the way they want them to isn’t it??”
Goth says as he stands on top of the roof of his apartment complex, gazing over Manhattan, New York with a cold look on his face.
“Sorry for you all,k but I am not entitled to explain to you a damn thing. The only thing that I can tell is that I am still here and I got another chance to change the writing upon the wall when it is my wrestling career concerned.”
He says with a smirk upon his face, knowing that he will be competing soon in a one on one contest.
“And guess what? I still enjoy getting in the ring and compete, do you mind??”
He cocks his eye towards the camera for a moment before smirking as he directs his attention back towards the city where he lives in for around 20 years. He inhales deeply, thinking about what is going on as he turns his attention towards the camera.
“You know something people?? I have been doing this for over 20 years now, I have known more success than failure. And guess what? Having to deal with failure more often starts to get to you, it starts to want you to erase that part of your life and start all over again. How dumb must that sound huh??”
He smirks as he shakes his head.
“And guess what?? With these few words I have created a sort of sympathy from a crowd of people that I see as nothing more than a piece of crap. There is so much more for me to accomplish, especially when it comes down to a few names right Alexandra??”
“Did you think that I would forget you sweet cakes?? Oh bet your ass I haven’t, but you are not the main priority for me that I want to keep alive. So I guess that whatever happens in our match is not to my concern… But just know this Ally, I am not going lightly and I am going to enjoy every single moment of it.”
“Must sound like a freak huh? Don’t blame me, just blame the golden goose that has been running from his judgment for his entirety since last year… funny isn’t it huh? Men are often proclaimed to stand up for their priorities.., I guess Justin’s priorities has never been to have a set of balls and use them in a ordinary fashion besides of unleashing his load.”
He huffs and shakes his head.
“But I won’t blame you for having hope, I won’t blame you for doing the job that you were paid to do. Just don’t blame me from doing mine when I crack that skull in half and watch your suffering spread in front of me like a freaking river. But don’t worry, because I will beg for forgiveness when that happens… Because that’s the type of guy I am.”
“So do me a favour, shut up and fight me… That’s all I am asking for and that’s all that I want from you. Because I know I won’t be getting any action from that coward Justin….”
“So until the show lights go off and the bell rings…, the end is near…”
With that the shot fades.