Post by goth on Aug 11, 2024 4:50:54 GMT -5
I told the world that I would take away the pretenders to my throne, did he listen?? In the end he had to, but only when it was too late. I past judgment upon him, I crushed his beliefs and made him kneel down before my feet and beg for mercy.
“Mercy…”
The soft words causes a soft laughter, a laugh of rejecting the pity of one that has come face to face with his worst nightmare.
“How ironic is it that what once was a gift, a dream so to speak has ended up into a nightmare…”
A hand moves forward towards a wall, digging its fingers into the cement part between the bricks as the hand tries to scratch some of it away. Causing blood to emerge from underneath its finger tips while the finger breathes heavily out of view from the camera. The hand suddenly stops as he slowly turns it around and closes it into a fist, watching the blood slowly drip down to the wrist onto the arm as we see veins bulging through the pressure the closed fist causes.
“Irony runs deep through our existence, just like a lifeline is being dictated by our decisions.”
Soft laughter can be heard as the figure opens the hand and the tension vanishes, blood pours from the finger tops as the figure lifts his hand closer towards his chest and runs his hand across his chest from left to right.
“And yet you morons aren’t capable to have an original thought, you are nothing more than animals that react instinctively. Feeding yourself with nothing more than hunger, desire to reproduce and dominate others… How foolish to think that you are superior to the animal kingdom….”
The hand makes the same move, only moving from right to left as we see an X across his chest. The arm finally drops down besides the figure’s body as his chest is heaving up and down while breathing heavy as the camera slowly rises towards the man’s face where we see Goth’s face.
His eyes are semi hidden into the shade from the light that hangs above him while shining brightly, the cheekbones react with every time his mouth twitches, as if he is about to burst out in sinister laughter yet manages to contain himself at the very last moment.
“The battle of the Messiahs…, that is how it was marketed in a way that every consuming little prick was glued to the television. Incapable to comprehend the thought that there’s one Messiah… let alone the real and the cheap ass imitation.”
“Unforgivable”
“Undeniable”
“Uncontrollable…”
His head shoots backwards in a sudden reaction as if he receives a stake being shoved through his chest from behind, gasping for oxygen. He stands there for a few moments, slowly raises his head forwards again as his near bloodshed eyes stares into he camera.
“HOW MANY LIES DO I NEED TO TOLLERATE!!!!”
Goth lifts his bloodied hand towards his face, staring at the tips of his fingers as he slowly starts to pray.
“Take this bread, it’s my flesh…. Take this wine it’s my blood…”
His head snaps towards the camera as Goth grabs it with his other hand and pulls it close to his face, causing us to see the sweat that pour from his face down to his cheek while his heavy breathing continues.
“Why don’t we alter things slightly?? Just to make things more and more interesting?? Because there’s one woman that I need to take away her flesh and her blood…. Purify her misgivings, purify her thoughts and desires…. And purify the longing between her loins, believing that physical attraction is the only way for her to experience love….”
“How foolish little wench, because pain is my way of telling you that I disown you… IT’S MY WAY TO EXPRESS HOW MUCH I DISPICE YOU!!!”
“It’s my way to break a promise that I have made to all of you…”
Goth allows the camera to rub across his cheek where his sweat is being pressed upon the screen, fogging the shot slightly
“Can you see that? It’s exactly what limits your point of view…. And I will continue to scratch and cloaw at your precious foundation until you and I come face to face…. Where I will take that what you once held dear…. “
“I already took away the brave young man that took your womb…, I hope it was all worth it little bitch… Because I am going to take your pride and dignty…. And after everything is gone, I will take the one thing that you fear the most… a championship…”
With that Goth shoves the camera into his chest as the darkness causes the shot to end.
Did you like that?? I bet you were scratching your head, wondering whether I have lost my mind. I bet you already got your accusations ready, chomping at the gun in order to spew your profanity towards me that I am a freak, that I am an emo or whatever accusation that I have heard so many times before.
And all I can say is that I have planted the seed of your own demise, EPW be aware…. I am gunning for you all, I intend to make her life a miserable by making all of yours go through hell. Isn’t it catchy that I do not mention her name? Because they didn’t mention HIS name out of fear for HIS wrath… and so will I not mention hers, because I know deep down inside she only fears her destiny….
“Oh Donnie!!!”
A soft voice whimpers in the silence, it is slowly followed by a soft whistle as a figure is approaching the camera in a pitch dark room. The shoes walking upon a hard underground is heard as we slowly start to witness a figure approaching.
“Congratulations upon your title victory my friend, it must have been a welcoming sight for you when you came backstage and posed with that title in front of a mirror…. Right??”
Slowly the silhouette of the man becomes more visible, allowing the viewer to recognize the man to be The Messiah of Pain in Goth.
“Validation is all we seek, validation for all the good that we have done in our lives. And all that we want is others to acknowledge your accomplishments….. It’s quite remarkable to see in a day and age of scientific accomplishments that blows our minds, that people are still too ignorant to grasp the essence behind their true weakness.”
Goth pushes the camera aside as he passes it and heads over towards a wine cabinet and pulls out two wine glasses and a bottle of wine. He turns around as he lifts the glasses of wine in his right hand, elegantly holding them between his fingers while having a smile of a sinister kind.
“To the victor goes the spoils isn’t it?? And why not? You have fought hard, you have overcome all the odds that you yourself have predicted that you would overcome. A sign of a true believe isn’t it??”
“Or is it??”
He turns around and places both glasses upon the table close to him before unscrewing the bottle of wine , pouring some of the wine in both glasses one at a time.
“Because I ask you, in whom did you put your faith in my friend?? Your parents? Your friends? The training facility that gave you an opportunity to craft your skill to the point where it is today? To ultimately have your hand raised in victory, signalling to the world that there’s a new sherif in town.”
“Or did you thank your creator? Did you thank your Savior? Did you thank…”
He cocks his head slightly towards the camera as he raises an eyebrow
“Me?? Oh I am certain that deep down inside you want to sing praises from the highest rooftop, have harps and flutes parade upon the streets while playing all the well known psalms, making this day as important as Christmas, Easter and all the meaningful celebrations all together. But deep down inside we both know that this isn’t the case don’t we Donnie??”
“But hey, it’s all a situation that you got caught off guard right? I mean the excitement of the moment took over, you accidently forgot your speech of gratitude to a higher power… only to come backstage and face palm yourself for being nothing more than a mere…”
He smirks
“Human being, we all forget things don’t we? We all simply soak in the moment, enjoy our fifteen minutes of fame before waking up the next day, realizing that you are still miserable like you have always been. Searching for a new high, searching for that next moment that would exceed that one single moment that defines your career as successful. Does that sum it up nicely Donnie? Because if I have missed something, then please do tell…..”
He grabs both glasses in either hand, walks over towards the sofa where his wife is seated and hands her one glass. Both toast the glasses as Goth takes a seat beside her and tkes a sip before turning his attention towards the camera.
“Now I know it is easy to belittle someone’s accomplishments, its rather easy to tell the world that you are still a fraud without adding substance. And I know that you will retaliate with words as that I am wrong, that I have not been able to win any gold so far in this company. That I do not belong and all that jibber jabber, to where I have to tell you that fact wise you would be right. I have yet to wear gold in this company, I have yet to reach a championship status like you have done so far. But my goal is clear my friend, just like the Lord did by telling Noah to built an arc as he would flood the world and remove the sinful people from HIS creation. I intend to rid the EPW from it’s sinful owner.”
“So what does that have to do with you? Good question, it’s as if I came up with that question myself”
He smirks as he takes another sip, turns his attention towards his wife as both of them grab each other’s free hand and lock fingers.
“I was promised the world Donnie, I was promised fortune and fame. I was promised the same lies that you have been lured to sign upon the dotted line, only difference is that I could smell a rat way before you will ever realize that this place is infected with pests… the mere notion that everything for you will be different!! That you could perhaps feel the soft touch of her skin while whispering out your name as she promises you Heaven on earth…”
“But all you got is lies, a championship belt that is only waiting for another suitor. All you got is looking over your shoulder and see her wave at you, telling you that you were great. Making you gloat in pride, because you actually accomplished something. And all you did was being a fly in her web.”
“Such a shame”
His wife squeezes his hand gently as Goth takes another sip before grabbing hold of her hand and lifts it up for him to kiss.
“I want to strike fear in her heart Donnie, I want her to get that heart beat in her throat. I want her to look through her roster in order to see who she could throw up in front of me as a offensive line that protects its Quarter Back. You see Donnie, in her mind she is Patrick Maholmes that wins games without breaking a sweat, clearly realizing that she’s nothing more than a washed up version of America’s Team… Where she is telling the world that she is All In… So tell me Donnie, are you the next big thing that will revive the dying remains of an already dead dynasty??”
“Or will you allow me to open your eyes and get out while you still have the opportunity to mount to anything in your life? Because quite honestly my friend, I am a humble man. I give opportunity after opportunity. All you have to do is take it, because I will take mine.”
His demeaner changes into a more cold and calculative version of himself.
“But sadly I already know the answer, because just like each and everyone else you are the same. You are blinded by your own greed, you are troubled to phantom that there’s a better way of life besides the successful path that you are travelling. And I am going to tell you, I am going to sink in my claws and my fangs into your flesh and rip it away, seeking the venom that builts inside you and spit it out while laughing at your pitiful remainments.”
“I don’t care who you are, I don’t give a shit for what you have accomplished. You are just another flash in the pan, the flavour of the month… while yours truly am ever lasting. People seek to become the greatest of all time… while let me tell you son, be a goat all you want. In the end a goat is nothing but an attraction at a children’s farm.”
“I on the other hand? I am the one that is what you will never be my friend, I am the one that you will have to content with the unthinkable. And that my friend is your downfall, because for me there’s nothing that I cannot do, that I will not do… And after the match is over and you hear the one… two … three what will be followed by the bell ring…. You will understand that I am HIM that you should have thanked all along….”
With that the shot fades.