Post by goth on Jun 10, 2024 9:06:59 GMT -5
It has been a while is a thought that runs through the mind of Goth, a smirk emerges casually upon his face s he thinks back to his final match in Sin City Wrestling. A final retirement match that he had not known he needed after the unexpected sendoff he had experienced after losing a title shot a few months earlier. But alas, someone stuck his nose into his business and that is something that Goth cold not allow to walk away from.
“Urgh…”
He turns around on his side as he gazes at his still sleeping wife beside him in their king sized bed. He smiles, reminding himself how much he was blessed to have fallen in love with this woman. He kisses her shoulder tender, relieved that she does not wake up due to it before pushing the bed sheets off of him as he walk towards the kitchen.
We see him enter the kitchen in nothing besides his boxers, scratching his cheek before opening the door of the refrigerator as he grabs a bottle of water and pours some of it in a glass before taking his time to enjoy the coldness of the liquid as he stares into he void that is in front of him.
“I bet it will be a strange sensation for people that thinks that I will walk up to the unemployment line for a new job.”
He smirks, he knew that he has still some contracts left that he wants to finish before retiring permanently. Just EPW and the WGWF, he could care less for any new job offers from some of the low life companies that he knew that were making him promises that they could not keep, solely to get his signature upon the dotted line.
“Dad??”
Goth turns his head sideways as he hears his the youthful voice of his son, who clearly had seen him walk past his bedroom door. He stares at his father with his youthful and innocent blue eyes, a concerned look on his face betrays his thoughts.
“I am alright son, I just needed something to drink. Do you want something??”
He sees his son consider whether he would take on the offer, only to respond with a smirk on hi face.
“Some hot chocolate??”
Goth grins, he had already guessed the response as he tells his son to take a seat at the kitchen table. He turns around to prepare some hot chocolate the way his son liked it as he dreams off again. His thought go back towards his final match against the man that called himself The Entity.
“Enjoy it while you can.”
He says with a sigh before shaking his head, he had told his wife he would not go and mock about it for too long. A small lie he figured that would not hurt anyone, including himself in due time.
He turns his attention towards his son for a few moments, watching him gaze at his smart phone while playing a game.
“Just make sure not to wake up Melissa with that son.”
His son nods his head without saying a word, Goth rolls his eyes as he was aware how much time his son spent on that damn thing. He then turns attention back towards the special coffee machine that could also make hot chocolate, watching it produce the brown liquid as he thought to himself that it would not cause too much harm if he took one as well.
“I guess life has it’s ups and downs.”
He whispers underneath his breath with a smile as he finally pours hot chocolate in two glases before turning his attention back towards his son as he hands him one glass. The two share a moment of silence as they enjoy the chocolate before telling his son to head back to bed as he stays behind in order to wash the glasses as he watches through the windows in front of him.
“I wonder what my opponents in EPW are thinking if they saw me now…”
He shakes his head after cleaning the final glass before wiping it clean as he places them on the counter in front of him.
“I bet they will tell me that I am washed up, that I am not on their level… and that I should just retire right??”
He lets out a sigh before gazing upwards at the windows, his bloodred eyes reveal that he is annoyed and tired.
“Let me see, first one is John Blade. A wrestling nomad that likes to sell his soul to the highest bidder that is willing to pay more than his bidding price of five fucking bucks. Just so that he could buy himself another empty cassette so that he could record another bootleg tape right?? Oh yeah ziggety ziggety whack job. I know that I am old fashioned, but at least I know what it is like to cut some real slang towards some blue eyed little coconut wannabe rapper”
Goth crosses his arms in front of his chest and looks tough before bursting out in laughter.
“You know something John, you should just do what I am going to be telling you right off. It’s some free advice from a man that has travelled around the world, who has seen all the sights and speaks out the universal language of pro wrestling. Get the fuck out of my profession before I am going to embarrass you in a way your lack of imagination cannot even phantom.”
“You see jerk off, I do not pretend to be something that I am not. I am exactly what I tell the world that I am, I am the prophet that tells the world what is wrong with the people today!! And you?”
He cocks his attention towards the camera, grinding his teeth as he tries to contain himself not from burst out in anger.
“You are just some joke, a joke that takes pride of spitting in the face of those like me. Men that has battered the best into submission so that people like you could have a job. And you know something John? I have prayed for you, oh yeah I have. I pray to the big man above every single night that I wouldn’t be in the ring staring you down, you want to know why??”
“Because you are the type of guy that I can honestly say that causes me to snap, that causes me to want to reach towards your throat and squeeze tightly while asking you to cut a rap….. To tell me who the real slim shady is before I make you pass out.”
“Or is it about big butts?? Gangsters Paradise?? Or merely the Holiday Rap…. No don’t bother to google that last one. Because even though you would rock those pathetic sweaters that those two idiots wore in the 80’s, it would tell the world that at least they possessed a talent that you are lacking.”
He snaps his head to the side, noticing his wife as he blows a kiss towards her before telling her that he would join her in a few moments.
“The Ringmaster… that is it right?? What made you decide to drop the Doctor gimmick and take on a new role that would ultimately kickstart your career into bigger things?? Tel me jack off, tell me because I am getting that itch to tell the world as in spilling the beans before you could ever come up with a punchline.”
He looks at the clock at the wall for a minute or two before turning his attention back towards the camera.
“What was that John?? I’m sorry, I could not hear you over the sound of the crickets that were so damn loud all of the sudden. But don’t worry, I will translate it all for us human beings that have a braincell left in our heads that is still functioning. You are completely worthless, that’s right. You are just another case of being a reject from whatever Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle movie from way back when shelled animals were allowed to be exploited on national television and on the movie screen. There is nothing about you that oozes to be a master, not even being a master jackoff that shoots off blanks way too soon before apologizing to a local girl by saying it has never happened before.”
“And don’t go off crazy all of the sudden, because that will tell the world that you got something to hide bub. And that’s exactly what you are trying to do, to hide the fact that I am going to put you into a masterclass of a wrestling clinic. That’s right, I am going to teach you the difference between a Headlock and the jockstrap that you should be wearing come to the ring.”
The intensity on Goth’s face reveals that he means business.
“I have world titles all over the world, hell I don’t need to market myself the way you need to every time I look over my sons shoulder as he gazes at Youtube. Oh yeah, I have seen your biggest youtube clip called the biggest mistakes ever made by a man. And no, I’m not talking about Cigar Monica and Billy Bob Clinton… I am talking about the mere fact that you are the chipmunks of pro wrestling. High pitch voices that scream out even louder for attention, well you got it this coming show on EPW where I will make my long awaited in ring return.”
“God has it been so long?? Have I left such a void that they desperately took on Urkel’s unwanted stepson from three different mothrs?? Tell me, have you ever watched Alf?? You know the friendly alien that spend time with a nice family and loved to eat cats?? Yeah, that’s what happens when you spent time watching classics with your son that you have wanted to forget. Well, there is a similarity between that furball and you John.”
“The similarity that you want something, but you now you cannot have it. The only difference is that you somehow managed to get your spunk hands upon a championship belt. Something that I will applaud you for, but it was never meant to be. And that my friend, I will protect not just the world but also yourself from another failure. The failure of raising another expectation of you ever shooting a necklace around your own neck that is called a cumshot. Because I am going to take you down on the twelfth…. The night where the retired Goth from Sin City Wrestling will show the world that even though I retired there… That I am still better than the entire damn roster of this company… including YOU!!”
He smirks as he is about to head back to the bedroom before turning his attention towards the camera for one final time.
“Let me give you a final advice John, go and become a bestselling author. Write a book that explains us all why you became a man that does not know who in the hell he is. Tell us that you made a mistake of ever liking the art of rap and wrestling, that you even realize after writing this book that you should not even grab hold of a single pen. Because all of that needs talent, a brain and the mindset of continuing what you do even when you are having a bad break. Because NOTHING and I mean NOTHING tells me that you can…. “
“Good luck John, you will need it.”
With that he palms the camera as the shot fades to darkness.
“Urgh…”
He turns around on his side as he gazes at his still sleeping wife beside him in their king sized bed. He smiles, reminding himself how much he was blessed to have fallen in love with this woman. He kisses her shoulder tender, relieved that she does not wake up due to it before pushing the bed sheets off of him as he walk towards the kitchen.
We see him enter the kitchen in nothing besides his boxers, scratching his cheek before opening the door of the refrigerator as he grabs a bottle of water and pours some of it in a glass before taking his time to enjoy the coldness of the liquid as he stares into he void that is in front of him.
“I bet it will be a strange sensation for people that thinks that I will walk up to the unemployment line for a new job.”
He smirks, he knew that he has still some contracts left that he wants to finish before retiring permanently. Just EPW and the WGWF, he could care less for any new job offers from some of the low life companies that he knew that were making him promises that they could not keep, solely to get his signature upon the dotted line.
“Dad??”
Goth turns his head sideways as he hears his the youthful voice of his son, who clearly had seen him walk past his bedroom door. He stares at his father with his youthful and innocent blue eyes, a concerned look on his face betrays his thoughts.
“I am alright son, I just needed something to drink. Do you want something??”
He sees his son consider whether he would take on the offer, only to respond with a smirk on hi face.
“Some hot chocolate??”
Goth grins, he had already guessed the response as he tells his son to take a seat at the kitchen table. He turns around to prepare some hot chocolate the way his son liked it as he dreams off again. His thought go back towards his final match against the man that called himself The Entity.
“Enjoy it while you can.”
He says with a sigh before shaking his head, he had told his wife he would not go and mock about it for too long. A small lie he figured that would not hurt anyone, including himself in due time.
He turns his attention towards his son for a few moments, watching him gaze at his smart phone while playing a game.
“Just make sure not to wake up Melissa with that son.”
His son nods his head without saying a word, Goth rolls his eyes as he was aware how much time his son spent on that damn thing. He then turns attention back towards the special coffee machine that could also make hot chocolate, watching it produce the brown liquid as he thought to himself that it would not cause too much harm if he took one as well.
“I guess life has it’s ups and downs.”
He whispers underneath his breath with a smile as he finally pours hot chocolate in two glases before turning his attention back towards his son as he hands him one glass. The two share a moment of silence as they enjoy the chocolate before telling his son to head back to bed as he stays behind in order to wash the glasses as he watches through the windows in front of him.
“I wonder what my opponents in EPW are thinking if they saw me now…”
He shakes his head after cleaning the final glass before wiping it clean as he places them on the counter in front of him.
“I bet they will tell me that I am washed up, that I am not on their level… and that I should just retire right??”
He lets out a sigh before gazing upwards at the windows, his bloodred eyes reveal that he is annoyed and tired.
“Let me see, first one is John Blade. A wrestling nomad that likes to sell his soul to the highest bidder that is willing to pay more than his bidding price of five fucking bucks. Just so that he could buy himself another empty cassette so that he could record another bootleg tape right?? Oh yeah ziggety ziggety whack job. I know that I am old fashioned, but at least I know what it is like to cut some real slang towards some blue eyed little coconut wannabe rapper”
Goth crosses his arms in front of his chest and looks tough before bursting out in laughter.
“You know something John, you should just do what I am going to be telling you right off. It’s some free advice from a man that has travelled around the world, who has seen all the sights and speaks out the universal language of pro wrestling. Get the fuck out of my profession before I am going to embarrass you in a way your lack of imagination cannot even phantom.”
“You see jerk off, I do not pretend to be something that I am not. I am exactly what I tell the world that I am, I am the prophet that tells the world what is wrong with the people today!! And you?”
He cocks his attention towards the camera, grinding his teeth as he tries to contain himself not from burst out in anger.
“You are just some joke, a joke that takes pride of spitting in the face of those like me. Men that has battered the best into submission so that people like you could have a job. And you know something John? I have prayed for you, oh yeah I have. I pray to the big man above every single night that I wouldn’t be in the ring staring you down, you want to know why??”
“Because you are the type of guy that I can honestly say that causes me to snap, that causes me to want to reach towards your throat and squeeze tightly while asking you to cut a rap….. To tell me who the real slim shady is before I make you pass out.”
“Or is it about big butts?? Gangsters Paradise?? Or merely the Holiday Rap…. No don’t bother to google that last one. Because even though you would rock those pathetic sweaters that those two idiots wore in the 80’s, it would tell the world that at least they possessed a talent that you are lacking.”
He snaps his head to the side, noticing his wife as he blows a kiss towards her before telling her that he would join her in a few moments.
“The Ringmaster… that is it right?? What made you decide to drop the Doctor gimmick and take on a new role that would ultimately kickstart your career into bigger things?? Tel me jack off, tell me because I am getting that itch to tell the world as in spilling the beans before you could ever come up with a punchline.”
He looks at the clock at the wall for a minute or two before turning his attention back towards the camera.
“What was that John?? I’m sorry, I could not hear you over the sound of the crickets that were so damn loud all of the sudden. But don’t worry, I will translate it all for us human beings that have a braincell left in our heads that is still functioning. You are completely worthless, that’s right. You are just another case of being a reject from whatever Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle movie from way back when shelled animals were allowed to be exploited on national television and on the movie screen. There is nothing about you that oozes to be a master, not even being a master jackoff that shoots off blanks way too soon before apologizing to a local girl by saying it has never happened before.”
“And don’t go off crazy all of the sudden, because that will tell the world that you got something to hide bub. And that’s exactly what you are trying to do, to hide the fact that I am going to put you into a masterclass of a wrestling clinic. That’s right, I am going to teach you the difference between a Headlock and the jockstrap that you should be wearing come to the ring.”
The intensity on Goth’s face reveals that he means business.
“I have world titles all over the world, hell I don’t need to market myself the way you need to every time I look over my sons shoulder as he gazes at Youtube. Oh yeah, I have seen your biggest youtube clip called the biggest mistakes ever made by a man. And no, I’m not talking about Cigar Monica and Billy Bob Clinton… I am talking about the mere fact that you are the chipmunks of pro wrestling. High pitch voices that scream out even louder for attention, well you got it this coming show on EPW where I will make my long awaited in ring return.”
“God has it been so long?? Have I left such a void that they desperately took on Urkel’s unwanted stepson from three different mothrs?? Tell me, have you ever watched Alf?? You know the friendly alien that spend time with a nice family and loved to eat cats?? Yeah, that’s what happens when you spent time watching classics with your son that you have wanted to forget. Well, there is a similarity between that furball and you John.”
“The similarity that you want something, but you now you cannot have it. The only difference is that you somehow managed to get your spunk hands upon a championship belt. Something that I will applaud you for, but it was never meant to be. And that my friend, I will protect not just the world but also yourself from another failure. The failure of raising another expectation of you ever shooting a necklace around your own neck that is called a cumshot. Because I am going to take you down on the twelfth…. The night where the retired Goth from Sin City Wrestling will show the world that even though I retired there… That I am still better than the entire damn roster of this company… including YOU!!”
He smirks as he is about to head back to the bedroom before turning his attention towards the camera for one final time.
“Let me give you a final advice John, go and become a bestselling author. Write a book that explains us all why you became a man that does not know who in the hell he is. Tell us that you made a mistake of ever liking the art of rap and wrestling, that you even realize after writing this book that you should not even grab hold of a single pen. Because all of that needs talent, a brain and the mindset of continuing what you do even when you are having a bad break. Because NOTHING and I mean NOTHING tells me that you can…. “
“Good luck John, you will need it.”
With that he palms the camera as the shot fades to darkness.