Post by Goth on Jan 14, 2023 17:19:57 GMT -5
The Genesis of Goth
Welcome to my world
“In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth…”
Are the words coming out of the mouth of the man that is renown as to be Goth, a 20+ year veteran that represents Sin City Wrestling in this CCPE vs. The World Super Show. The man can be seen seated down upon a church bench, having his feet raised upon the bench in front of him. He is thumbing through the first pages of the Old Testament from an old Bible that he had picked up early on. His long black hair is falling nicely around his face as it splashes all over the shoulders of his expensive jacket. He is wearing a buttoned down shirt underneath his jacket that has the top five buttons open, showing partially his chest and tattoos. His eyes looks upwards from the Bible book for a split second as he notices the approaching camera, but chooses to ignore it as he dives back into the ancient old story of the creation of the earth.
“Creation, the whole purpose of proving who has been right all along isn’t it?? Whether you are a religious fanatic, or merely wanting to prove that science is never wrong?? Whether it only took seven days, or perhaps millions of years before creation got it right??? Only time will tell, as long as we can clearly admit that creation is in the fingers….”
Goth closes the Bible, places it gently upon his lap as he looks down at either of his hands. Staring at the lifelines that have crossed his hand seemingly a million times, perhaps hiding more of his impressive wrestling career than many would dare to remember. He starts to run the fingers of his left hand across the open palm of his right, softly tracing the lines of the scars that he has garnered throughout the many years that he has been wrestling.
”I have done so many things that you people would deem to be wrong, perhaps it may be true. Perhaps I have been a sinful man, perhaps I have been seduced to eat from the forbidden fruit that stood in the center of the holy garden…. For everyone to see… And yet I have been weak for all my life, struggling to resist temptation after temptation after…… well you get my point don’t you???”
Goth smiles as he pushes some hair out of his face after having stared too long at his hands touching each other. His eyes gaze towards the camera for a split second before deciding to ignore it once more.
He notices a cleaning lady mopping the floor, a rather older lady around the sixties. She is wearing a bandana around her head, making sure that it would keep her hair from getting in her face. She is wearing a rather old jacket and matching pants that sag a little around her waist, making it clear for Goth to see that she has lost some weight. Goth remains focused upon the woman, wondering where her heritage is from before deciding to turn his concentration back to the Bible he had closed a few moments earlier.
“Forgive me my son that I have kept you waiting.”
A soft voice speaks as Goth looks up from his Bible as he stares into the eyes of a young priest, he couldn’t be much older that perhaps late twenties or early thirties. He had a peaceful face Goth noticed, meaning that the young man has a face that would make young girls fall in love with. It makes Goth think about the role that Jesus has in the Bible, to be our Shephard that we should trust to follow wherever HE may bring us, an ideology that he knew was often taken out of proportion by those who acted to be like HIM but sure as hell are unable to match. He shrugs off the thoughts and returns the smile that has been presented to him by one of his own, gently bowing towards the priest as he had learned since being a young boy. His mother had treated him the ways to show respect to every different culture and belief, to show respect towards them even if you would not agree with their philosophy. A trade he had found out much later in his career to be very handy indeed.
“Welcome Father, I did not mind the wait. I have to admit that I have not seen such a beautiful, yet simplistic little church in a very long time. And I felt the need to pay my respect as well for asking for forgiveness.”
The priest nods his head, yet looks around insecure towards the confessional booth that he had come from a few moments ago after the final confession he had taken.
“Of course my son, it’s quite a rarity that someone would confess his sins to me without allowing anonymity to come over both of us.. I guess you prefer the one on one confrontation??”
Goth opens his mouth, but thinks for a moment to respond before closing it once again. Clearly his response wasn’t what he was searching for, or perhaps troubled of how it would be conceived by the man of the cloth. The priest had noticed the moment of hesitation in his reaction and opened up the bottom button to his jacket, opening it to Goth as he now can see the necklace around his neck with the golden cross and savior Jesus attached to it as the priest takes a seat next to him.
“Before we start, I hope you wouldn’t mind???”
Goth notices his gesture towards his feet resting on the edge of the bench in front of him, it was a rarity that he would do something like that but for some reason he had just stretched out his legs and savored the feel. He quickly removes the legs from their position, showed a nod of understanding and respect towards the priest who smiles and gestures towards him.
“Now what can I do for you…. Err I did not catch your name??”
Goth nods his head and smiles slyly
“Forgive me Father O’Flanagan, I am not from this small town, I’m not even a Catholic. I…”
His mind is diverted for a moment, once again choosing the right words to say.
“It’s alright my son, we get a lot of people to come over to find answers before they decide to revert to our belief. I…”
“But Father, that’s not the reason why I have come here this very day, I do not seek to be Baptist into your belief. I….”
He lowers his head for a moment, his long black hair falls down to the side of his face. His heavy breathing becomes more obvious for the priest and the camera crew that surrounds the two men. He slowly raises his head towards the priest, allowing the man of the cloth to get a first view of his true dark features of his true intent.
“Oh my…,”
The priest is about to say something, but is quickly cut off by Goth who turned his face away from him seemingly out of shame.
“Father, is it not true that you have sworn an oath that you would take everything to your grave that people share with you in truth and confidence??”
The question comes as a rather surprise to the priest, who starts to respond by stammering
“Well, uhm yes. But perhaps we should move back towards….”
“In my time I have done so many wrongful things to so many different people Father, it is a burden that I had to carry for over twenty years… and I just felt the need to….”
He suddenly stops talking as he turns his gaze back towards the man of the cloth.
“Ask of you if I could share my burden, my moments of shame in hope of perhaps feel some of the weight to be lifted from my shoulders…”
There’s a sadness upon his face, yet the priest notices there’s a small sign of hope hidden in the iris of Goth’s eye. Hope that perhaps this man of the cloth could at least listen to him and who knows, persuade him to change his mind and do seek refuge to his sanctum. He had experienced this before, to have people say one thing but the true calling in the heart and soul would tell a different thing. It is none other than the Lord Himself that working in mysterious ways was one of the early lessons that he had been taught. Besides, how much different will this be in comparison to what he has already heard??
The priest remains silent for a split second, before realizing that the man in front of him was waiting for an answer and starts to smile.
“But of course my son, but why don’t you want to join me inside the confessional booth?? Out here there is always the chance that people may stop and listen….”
Goth seems to take his words to heart, he slowly turns his head and looks around to see if there’s anyone else beside him, the priest, the cleaning lady and the camera crew around. Only to notice that these are the only ones left, but he decides to incline with the suggestion and allows the priest to walk ahead of him towards the booth. The priest offers to open the door for Goth to take a seat inside the booth before closing it, only to then turn towards his very own spot himself and wait for the man to talk.
“You may start to talk whenever you feel the need to my son, nobody else but The Lord, Our Savior Jesus Christ and yours truly are able to hear whatever you have to say.”
There’s a moment of silence, something that is nothing new to the priest. Who grabs his psalm book and starts to read some of his favorite Psalms in anticipation tofwhat will be shared next.
“I don’t know where I should begin Father…,”
“Every Catholic would normally say: ”Please forgive me, but I have sinned.” But seeing that you aren’t Catholic, I guess you could… ”
“Please forgive me Father, for I have sinned…. A lot to be honest.”
The sudden coldness in his voice startles the priest a little bit, he has been here for many years and heard so many different kinds of people. But the only difference he has to admit to was the fact that there was always emotions of anger, hatred, remorse amongst others. But to have a human being seated next to him with nothing but a small wall between them. But it almost seemed as if the man was sitting right in front of him, showing no remorse or regret for whatever it was what he has done. This causes him to understand why indeed he wanted to share the burden that he was carrying, wondering whether him as priest could accept the burden and live with it.
“What would you give me for all my sins Father??”
The priest is once again caught off guard, realizing that this is an individual that is well educated and won’t do something without schooling himself on the given subject. Causing him to swallow slightly before responding.
“Well I could only guess after I hear what it is that you have been carrying with you for quite some time I reckon, but I doubt you would consider yourself to say a few Hail Mary’s.”
The two men share a laugh as the individual next to the priest understands his sense of humor concerning the subject of how to ask for forgiveness in hope of being forgiven by the Lord above.
“Concerning your question Father, about what I have done and what you could advise me to do to ask for forgiveness. I am not so sure whether you could find an solution to my problem, many problems if I am honest.”
He lets out a sigh that causes the priest to shiver inside his booth as if he was inside the freezing snow of the North Pole, again surprised by the sudden coldness of a human being that a few moments ago showed him that he had a heart. Making him wonder who is hiding behind the windows to his soul, something that terrifies him a little.
“Father, I have once betrayed a man that I considered to be my blood brother… only to be beneficial for my career.”
“I guess….,”
“I wasn’t done yet Father, there is so much more.”
The chills continue to return to him every single time that the figure next to him speaks, having wished that he had asked about his name first.
“I have crushed people’s dreams, I have lied to people straight into their faces and laughed behind their backs. I have maimed individuals in the most violent way possible since the days of the Roman Empire allowing Gladiators brutalize each other.”
“Oh my…,”
The priest is about to interject himself, but immediately cuts off as the figure next to him raises his voice and we witness a classical Goth-like promo.
“LIKE I SAID, there are so much more and I would appreciate it to at least give me the respect to finish… And I will give you the same respect afterwards to listen to your response.”
This causes the priest to remain silent out of sheer fear and respect for the individual that was speaking towards him.
“Thank you Father, I don’t want to create a riff between us by misunderstanding. Because I don’t want to walk out of that door and wonder to myself what if?? What if I stayed?? Would I have found forgiveness?? Or would that mean that I am a follower like many others?? Brainless individuals that need others to direct them on their right path, without trying it yourself??? Because isn’t that what YOUR and MY Lord have beg us to do???”
There’s a moment of silence as the priest has to agree with him on that statement, even though he wasn’t liking it.
“I have ended people’s lives and with that I mean their careers without even giving a shit when I went to bed. I have made people cry when their contracts were ripped apart in front of their eyes as I made them put up their careers, because they thought that they could beat me for a world title shot.”
This is the first clue that the man who we all know as Goth has given the priest, making him wonder whether he is a street fighter, a UFC fighter or a boxer. But the resemblance that he had seen still was unknown to him.
“I was projected to be evil personified and I never asked myself why, because I realized real quick that I was a naturally gifted venomous snake that would bite whenever I felt like it. I was the one and forgive me for the reference to get the point across Father, but I was the one that talked people to eat from the forbidden fruit and body shame them for everything that they ultimately realize what would embarrass me if I were them…..”
There’s silence on the other end of the slim wall, he can hear the satisfaction from the man that the priest is listening to.
“I don’t know whether you have finished or not, but I don’t care whether you like it. But you love this don’t you??”
The man is laughing at the remark made by the priest, causing him to get sick to the bone as he takes a deep breath before continuing
“How can you honestly enjoy the misery that you had put the others through??”
This question causes the man we all know as Goth to think, the priest can hear him rub his fingers across his chin and chuckle after a few seconds.
“I can laugh at it now Father, because I have been on either side of the tale. And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate.”
“You are quoting the Rolling Stones?”
“Yes, I am”
“I don’t see how you can possibly claim that you have been on either side of the tale by merely quoting something that should resemble the Devil??”
And that forces a sigh to emerge from the mouth of Goth, as he turns his head towards the priest. Who can only see the outline through the minuscule holes through the thin wall, for him to understand that he is now watching him quite intently.
“I never said I was going to expect you to understand me Father, I never wanted you to dig your cluster fuck mind into understanding why I am here. Why I am proclaiming the prophecy that HE has arrived once more. But I guess none of them were when the flesh becoming son of God arrived upont he world, only to die for the people’s sins so that they could assume they are saved for eternity??”
“II didn’t thought that this topic would even mattered right now, I…”
But Goth immediately cuts him off with another vicious tirade that shocks the priest by putting a hand to his mouth, not believing what he was about to hear next.
“ASSUMPTIONS?? To hope is to know Father!!! That’s a wise lesson that I have learned in Sunday School! To HOPE IS To know!! People have always needed someone that was an escape goat for their misery!! Whether it was Moses that went upont he mountain for the ten commandments, only to find HIS people shame him?? Only because they believed that they were to be fixed for eternity by the deeds of one man for an entire race?? Or the mere fact that the people today believe that Jesus Christ has died for our sins, that we can just parade as if it is freaking Babylon?? And then you ask me if I have been on either side of the table, merely because I have allowed you to listen to one side of the story. But actually not being able to HEAR the true reality of the story… And you call yourself a religious man, a man of the cloth. A man that has sworn celibacy in the name of the Lord. And yet, your mind is so full of doubt and shame that it makes me sick. I came here in hope of finally finding answers to my problems… But I guess I know now that I have to do this on my own…. I guess I have to put the people in the right places to continue my work before I leave for good. And without a shadow of a doubt that I can safely assure you that I do this job with all the best of intent, you are not that man Father…. You do not even deserve to be recognized that way. Because you to me is nothing more than a bastard.”
“I think it is for the best of our mutual interests that you leave this church, to never come back again.”
Says the priest out of anger and agony, but mostly out of shame because he feels that there is a sense of truth behind Goth’s words. He hears the man stand up, lets out a sigh of disappointment before turning his attention to the priest for the final time as he is about to leave.
“Please forgive me father, even though I know that you are not meant to be in this spot, I do want you to know that I still love you and will forgive you.”
With that Goth steps out of the confessional booth and walks towards the door of the church, the priest sits there stunned for the next ten seconds before deciding to address the man. He opens his door to the confessional stand and looks ahead of him, but all that he sees is an empty church except for the cleaning lady who is holding on to the Bible that Goth had in his hands at the beginning.
“May the Lord have mercy upon us all.”
Chapter: My mind is dangerous.
“I look in the mirror and guess what I see
A baby blue eyed spirit who seeks your everything
My mind is chaotic, unless I choose to be free
Sometimes I just can't help myself, sometimes I just can't help myself
My mind dangerous, that's who I'll always be
My mind dangerous, that's who I'll always be.”
January 5th 2022
Las Vegas, Nevada.
The shot opens up at a porch of a house in the desert a little bit outside Las Vegas, Nevada. Where a figure can be seated with a bottle of water in his hand as he is listening to October rust from type O Negative. The figure is dressed in a black Armani Suit, white buttoned down shirt with the sleeves rolled up close to his elbows. The man takes a sip from the bottle of Whiskey while staring towards the many acres of land that surrounds the house that is made out of primarily wood. The man starts to wiggle his left leg that is draped across his left leg. Showcasing his leather boot with a silver tip on its toe.
“Are you enjoying the view??”
A dark voice asks with a heavy European accent, the camera slowly moves upwards the leg towards the upper body of the figure. Halting halfway the buttoned down shirt upon the part that is buttoned open, revealing a heavily muscular upper body. A tattoo of a devil hound upon the left chest peaks through the opening of the shirt before the arm covers it as the man lifts the bottle towards his mouth once more. The camera follows the arm towards the face where we see the legendary wrestler named Goth, who has been under contract with Las Vegas based wrestling company Sin City Wrestling. His focus is solely upon the bottle of water that he has attached towards his mouth, completely ignoring the camera before placing the bottle down next to him and wipes off his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Please allow me to introduce myself, I am a man with wealth and taste….”
Goth smiles after mentioning the first two lines of the classical Rolling Stones classic Sympathy for the Devil.
“Words that I have used only a short time ago as a mystery entrant at the West Coast Rumble… A Pay Per View for one of the companies that have contracted one Joe Montuori. A man that I am set to face in this CCPE vs. The World showcase. A show that could be better identified as Put up or Shut up…., the pun puns from the side challenge made by “Chronic” Chris Page… The man that runs CCPE, the man that owns WGWF… the man that has a group of cronies that he loves to send into battle, with him at the head of the dinner table.. and then there’s yours truly. ”
Goth has lifted the bottle of water to his mouth and takes a sip from it, he lets out a sigh after swallowing every last drop of water and closes his eyes. He feels the sun shine bright upon his skin.
“There’s a song by the band Life of Agony and that song is called “My Mind Is Dangerous”. And I know that this song is about depression, someone that ultimately gives up on himself because this person is unable to get himself out of the mess that he has gotten himself into. A theme that I have noticed often as of late these days…. Including amongst the ranks of this supposedly unbeatable faction called CCPE.”
Goth leans his head back against the headrest, placing his hands behind his head and lets out a satisfied groan as he stretches out his feet and just remains there silent for a few moments.
“Now I know what you must be thinking, but Goth?? They are a well oiled team of great wrestlers… while YOU and all the others who may advance to the finals must find a way to coexist!! Is there a way??? And all I can say is that you got to have a little bit of faith in me….”
He grins sadistically, the man who has culminated many different aliases throughout his illustrious wrestling career. The Bringer of Chaos, the King of Kings, the Gothfather and even multiple times Hall of Famer. He stares towards the seemingly endless landscape that Is in front of him, letting seemingly every single detail memorized in the back of his head. He notices a buzzard slowly approaching one of the nearly dead trees upon the desert-like landscape, gently landing on the top branch and sits there eerily quiet. Goth studies the silent assassin as it already has locked its gaze upon a victim that is fighting for its life against the merciless desert.
“It’s been how many months ago I heard that podcast between Chris Page and his then Golden Goose Justin Yorke?? It was quite interesting to see how confidence and determination can take someone far in this industry. It made me think back to my days when I was all talk as the walk to back it up eventually surfaced in that upstart period of my legendary status. And then came the challenge, the whole ordeal that apparently people are too concerned about what others are saying behind their backs, quite honestly kids?? If you are too concerned about whether you are still being identified as a glorified Kanye West, then why don’t you do like Chris Page?? Start your own podcast in the hopes of you ever achieving a satisfying level like he does…. But that’s the only complimentary detail I will share about him. Because after I challenged the golden goose, the young upstart…. Everything just changed. I guess he got wet behind the ears, the Enterprises were struggling to find a complimentary replacement… Because all the supposedly great names were all being handed down to the people that they are accustomed to… how quaint wouldn’t you agree??”
“And then they assigned Joe Montuori as a last minute replacement… at that moment Chris Page already figured out the greatness that is Goth and started to sweat bullets on who in their right mind would ever be willing to step in the ring with me…. And then he found you Joe… I know already after seeing your promo that you got no qualms of getting into a more personal situation, like sharing a beer amongst a campfire and talking about the broads that you scored with. Because even though I only know you faintly Joe…, that’s the type of guy that you remind me off. Being raised with a silver spoon shoved down your throat, no idea what goes on in life and just be such an adorable little prick. What’s the saying again?? Oh yeah, you gotta love it…. Right??”
Goth remains seated in the same position while keeping his eyes locked upon the vulture, the bald ugly head that is motionless while patiently gazing upon the soon to be too weakened of a prey… allowing to suffer from hunger a little bit longer in order to satisfy its need to feast upon some desert rodent.
“See how nature adapts itself to the habitat Joe?? Once there were giant dinosaurs… they ruled the planet until the ice age came and they perished… because they weren’t capable of adapting to the sudden change upon this planet… yet some animals did and they kept evolving throughout the test of time, to make sure that the planet’s cycle would stay the same. With of course the humans on top of it all, merely we got the ability to communicate and think…. And yet, are we that stupid to think that the animal kingdom has not already mastered that??? And I know you must be thinking, what the fuck does this got to do with the fact that J Montuori is facing Góth??? And all I got to say my friend, just be patient… because the answer is just right under your nose my friend… You are just too stupid to see it.”
“Forgive me if I don’t use such a highly evolved usage of the common slang of the streets, but I am more of the traditional ways my friend. Where things did not needed to be this complicated like the current era we live in begs us to be more of the artificial intelligence that is destined to make the world a smarter place, makes me realize that this would only grow more cavemen individuals just like yourself… nothing personal though, but the truth needs to be said my friend. Because who in the freaking right mind wants to face ME! In a one on one confrontation, to face ME!! Upon MY own terms and MY own strengths?? I guess that’s worth a moment or two for you to second guess your wild chase of your fifteen minutes of fame???”
“Tell me Joe?? Do you pride yourself, knowing that IF you would succeed to eliminate me that there’s an opportunity to stand on the apron to the man that signs your pay check?? The Great and undeniable Legend of the Game Chronic Chris Page… the man that I have already beaten, yeah that’s right Joe… I’m the same man that ran off that little bitch Justin Yorke, all bark and no bite… perhaps if he has swapped his milk teeth for some real chops down the line who knows!! And then we have the entirety of the Clan of CCPE… how many were in that West Coast Rumble?? Obviously not everyone, but even though… I outlasted them all except for two of them… does that concern you Joe?? Does that make you second guess your decision?? If I can give you some advice, stomach flu seems to be the top hit these days to get out of your contractual obligated duties as a paid employee of your bosses Multi-Million Dollar company… But a cave man like you would not stoop that low now would you??”
“Of course not, because you need intellect to come up with something as simple and yet so effective to get paid while thumping through the latest many episodes of the Bíg Bang Theory in hope of finally get the clue why String Theory is such a bitch to behold…. And yet, you remain who you always have been and always will be won’t you Joe??? A replacement, a card filler. It was quite fitting to see a coward like you, not even being added to the West Coast Rumble… tell me Joe?? Why was that? Why were you so low on yourself to decide to hide in some obscure corner of the arena… put on a hoodie to make sure that the humidity wouldn’t fuck up your hairdo…. Strike when your brother least expected and assisted me to advance further in the match?? Were you expecting me to congratulate you on being a coward? Were you expecting me to applaud you because the peanut sized brain of yours has grown into a raisin?? Good for you, but next time please come back when it is about the size of your big toe?? Because then and only then we can truly add you to the lists of the Unesco World Heritage as well as nominating you for the tenth wonder of the world… Because we have never seen a mammal being able to survive upon this planet that could walk and chew at the same time.”
Goth slowly turns his attention towards the camera after noticing the vulture finally strike upon the already deemed to be dead victim. He pushes his hair away as his eyes are focused upon the lens of the camera as if he is staring into the windows of everyone’s soul.
“I know I have been avoiding to give a rhetorical answer to my own question of why you weren’t in the Rumble, while all of your other CCPE buddies in WGWF were. And I know you must have been seething over the fact what your brother did to you when you faced Mac Bane… And even without telling me the answer to my own questions, I already know Joe… you are the type of guy that can only think one step ahead at a time, you are the type of guy that cannot combine payback with your own quest for success isn’t it?? Because the one cannot coexist with the other, your seemingly simple minded thinking grants you to only see the need to get back at your own brother at any cost. AT ANY COST Joe… including your own desire to one day become the World Heavyweight Champion. But you gave that all away for the mere fact that Paul Montuori entered the Rumble and you saw that all the stars suddenly aligned to themselves and that’s where you had to you’re your move.”
“I guess I will have to applaud you for sticking to your principles Joe, but I have already learned at a young age that you can do both at the same time. Did you know that women have invented a word for that?? It’s called multitasking, perhaps you should find a dictionary to educate you further than just a mere sentence that I just came up with from the top of my head. You are nothing but a water carrier for the entire group of Chronic Chris Page Enterprises. That’s right, a water carrier. Because even though I have heard people talk highly about the entire Montuori legacy of you and your brother, none of the challengers even considered you worth the while to challenge right away. I wanted Justin Yorke Joe…, I wanted the golden boy behind Mark Flynn, Peter Vaughn and Sebastian Enterprise… And yeah, even Chris Page… But I wanted Justin Yorke, because it would have been my ticket into the mouth of the BEAST and rip each and every single fang out of it’s bleeding mouth. Because even though the lion is the King of the Animal Kingdom… but when it’s being dragged down towards the pits of hell by an army of killer ants, there’s nothing that it can to stop them.”
The seemingly ice cold stare of death continues upon the emotionless face of Goth, who slowly rises up to his feet and walks over towards a small refrigerator and grabs another bottle of water to drink from.
“I saw potential in Yorke that I wanted to decimate from within, putting him in his place would have been the greatest moment of joy that I could ever think off for a talentless geek. I guess I have to do with you, a half talented and yet obviously double as motivated man like yourself. I have to get over the fact that I am the only one that has to be disappointed over the fact that it could have been someone else instead of you. It’s like having an ex-boyfriend haunting you for the rest of your life, while you want to move and start a future. Maybe next year Joe, maybe next year you will have had enough exposure from the match with me, that someone else will say to himself that HE or SHE wants to have a crack at you. But the only difference it will be someone new, someone that is still wet behind their ears and take you to be a stepping stone for the remainder of their careers. While for me?? It’s only a disappointment, a step down from the level that I had been expecting. Especially what I have done to the majority of the CCPE group of failures except two at the Rumble… To face a man that would not even care to take responsibilities in his own hands…. Afraid that he may get injured in the match and have to walk out of the opportunity to face a true legend. All hypothetical assumptions that makes so much more sense than your rambling that you did a while ago Joe…”
“I had hopes, real hopes that for some reason it could have been different. I had hoped that perhaps you could have changed my mind in perhaps accepting you as a medium sized threat?? Because I don’t deal in handouts anymore, I don’t work for charity to give others the rub. I am not here to put anyone over but myself, that’s what YOU get when YOU get in the ring with ME!! The ultimate professional, a freaking PRO!!!”
“I’m about to take things slower after this year, hell I may even retire after the clock has rang twelve at midnight, celebrating the end of this year and the arrival of 2024. A/nd am already scratching names off my bucket list, to limit my to do list to zero…. And sadly for you my friend, you aren’t even being considered as a last minute replacement. I just have to win this entire CCPE vs. The World to get something near resembling being gratified for even accepting this challenge. Because the only thing so far that got my hopes up high was hearing Chris Page swallowing his freaking pun puns as we can place bts on when the moment comes that he shits them all out. Is that what you had expected from this Joe??? Or are you just here for the ride?? Because that’s what you CCPE members do right?? Jump when Page asks you to, perhaps some have already been evolved to the point where they ask how high and how often. I’ll be damned if I get surprised by the likes of you Joe… I haven’t built my legacy this way to have someone Like YOU tear it down from piece to piece… You see, unlike you I know why I am doing this… I am doing this to put the company of Sin City Wrestling ONCE again on my back… And in the process add another chip on my shoulder that none of you can take away from me.”
Goth puts the bottle of water to his mouth and takes a sip from it, feeling the coolness of the water drown through his body and cools him down for a split second from the heat that radiates from outside.
“Do you know why I entered the Rumble as a mystery entrant?? Not because I wanted to have the advantage over each and every one of you. But I know what sells seats Joe, I know what makes people invested in the product and in the meantime have everyone eat from the palm of your hand. I made wrestlers stare at each other, I made people question their family or relatives. I have made the internet buzz make some extra clickbait clicks because they had something to talk about besides who is going to be first in the Rumble. And I knew that when I cut the very first promo of many that would follow, that I would have already set a standard that others would have to match or even try to exceed. And I have made all of you notice me haven’t I?? And that was all in the master plan leading up to this match… Because now the world knows who I am, the world knows what I am capable off.. And trust me Joe, I am sure that you have gotten more text messages as of late than you have had in your entire life. Because each and every of your supposedly comrades that are all on the same page are only thinking about one thing, that you somehow manage to eliminate the biggest threat in this entire clash between CCPE and the World. And I know deep down inside, you are feeling the pressure aren’t you?? I have to admit, you brilliantly put on a hell of a show when you put on that promo. Pretending as if nothing has happened, as if nothing is bothering you. In the hope that I would get so impressed that I started to second guess myself… “
“And I will have to admit, if you had faced the Goth from 2006, you may have had a chance to rattle his brain and make him run circles for hours upon hours. Make him run out of gas and just surprise him with a deadly rollup. But not now Joe, no more. After the 22nd I will go home to my fiancé and son. Spend a wonderful evening together and have a toast to celebrate 2023. The year that I may have already ended up winning the Roulette title on the first show of Sin City Wrestling this coming Sunday. To have qualified for the finals in the CCPE vs. The World and potentially winning it by either my won doing or assisting a partner…. And then to pick the brain of each and every single wrestle out there who by now is wondering what is next? That’s right Joe, whereas you just cannot think further than just one step at a time… I already have mapped out the mere fact that until this summer when I get married… I will dominate, I will plunder and pillage every single wrestler that stands in my way. We talk about the great years that Flynn, Vaughn and Sebastian Enterprises had… But you can rest assured, that after this Super Card?? There is still nobody out there that is going to talk about YOU.”
“And I do not have to defend myself in explaining how I know this is going to happen Joe, because just like I shared with that priest the other day in a rather entertaining struggle on his part. That hoping is the essence of knowing, to HOPE that HE will arrive, is to KNOW that HE will arrive. The only mystery is when the time table will set it all in stone, whereas the world will finally understand that I am not HIM in flesh and blood, but I represent so much more than what you morons can comprehend. I’m the modern day version of the King of Kings, I am the modern day version of the walking Biblical dictionary to keep you all educated. Educated, but forever one step behind the man that will die another death in our match… the man that will resurface from the dead that is the One Two Three…. And after the third time that the hand will slap on the canvas, you will hear the bell cling as to be YOUR rooster, the warning of my prophecy that I have already told you about…. That I shall move on where you will be looked at as the man that rejected me…. As the man that has told the world that he is not a part of me… And you are absolutely right…, but you will after our match want to be a part of me…. You will understand that joining CCPE would not change the fact that they do not want you in there to begin with Joe… Please tell Chris Page that you have done all that you could… please tell him that on your best day still had not a chance in hell of beating me on my worst. And tell him that after my elimination match that the magic will truly begin… So in advance, I want to sincerely apologize for the things that I am destined to do to you… but so has it been written, so shall it be done…. Amen my friend…, Amen….”
With that Goth puts the bottle of water to his mouth for a final time as the shot slowly fades.