Post by Goth on Jan 28, 2023 14:34:38 GMT -5
The Cross I bear.
“Nothing's ever changed, you still turn away
You've washed your hands, you've made that all too clear
You just keep on living this lie
You refuse to see, you're denying me
The cross I bear but you don't seem to care
Even Judas knew he had lied”
After Dark
January 15th 2023
We see Goth backstage after his televised debut for WGWF Dark, ther he was interviewed by Denise Essex on the WGWF Run Down. He just exit the stairs towards the stage and asks a member of the WGWF backstage staff for directions before nodding his head in approval. He walks over towards a direction, clicking his custom made cane on the floor while checking his phone for messages. Smiling as he reads a message from his fiancé, telling how much she had loved his interview. He responds towards her as he slowly turns his attention towards the direction that he is walking. He turns the corner and opens the door that leads towards the receptionist that is seated in a corner of the room. He turns towards her and patiently waits for her to finish her conversation she is having. She has her back turned towards him, clearly having a private conversation as she is not aware of his presence.
“And then he surprised me with releasing white doves as a romantic gesture And you know how much I totally dig dove.”
Goth rolls his eyes, clearly he thinks it was the most cheesiest move from an individual to do to impress a woman. Doves are a sign of eternal love, something that he remembers as a part from his marriage as they let loose twenty doves after the moment where he and his wife had given each other their wedding vows and said yes towards each other. But he guesses that times have changed, something that he is too old fashioned to understand.
“And gosh, he had driven me home in his Porsche. Now I know that he is a Stockroom employee, so he must have rented that car. But at least he is trying very hard to impress me.”
“Ahum, miss??”
Goth interjects himself in her private conversation in a polite yet direct fashion. This causes her to spin around, having a shocked look on her face.
“I have to call you back later.”
Goth ignores the receptionist as she cuts off the phone call and tries to recapture he composure when she turns her attention towards the man that is standing in front of her
“Apologies sir, how may I help you??”
Mentally Goth counts bck from three to zero to maintain his composure, he always hated to see people lose their focus during the time that he himself was running his own company. He was at times a tyrant if he wanted to, but he just smiles as he remembers it is no longer his responsible for their actions.
“Forgive me for my interruption my dear, but I have a very important package that needs to be send to this address.”
He hands her an average sized red box with a ribbon wrapped around it. She looks at the box before turning her attention back to the individual with a clear curious look on her face.
“Y-yes, certainly sir.”
He nods his head in gratitude before turning around, she watches him elegantly exit the the hallway towards the outside. She swallows hard as she has never experienced anyone just like this man before. She snaps out of her daydream and lets her curiosity take over from her as she looks at the red box and notices that she can easily open the box and does. Looking carefully inside as she moves the lid away from her face and shows a puzzled look on her face when she sees what is inside the box.
“Isn’t that………??"
But she does not finish her sentence, but looks through the windows towards the outside instead. Hoping that she could somehow catch the individual, as she notices him to step inside a white limo before driving off. She looks back into the box and swallows even more.
“I was wrong, now this is someone that is very romantic.”
The shot switches from the receptionist towards inside the limo that Goth has stepped inside of, he is untying his tie while having his cane stuck between his knees. He sighs a little, he knew that this was expected of him to make appearances on shows every now and then, but he had hoped that he could have spent time with his fiancé at their hotel. Today it was their two year anniversary of having a relationship together and had wanted to spent most of the day together before going for dinner later tonight. But he was a pro, it wasn’t the first time that he had to compete on important personal special days. That’s what is expected from your peers. He knows that one day when he is permanently retired that he will be able to catch up with him and his family. He unties the top buttons of his buttoned down shirt an lets out a rather big sigh. Spreading his arms on either side of the back rest of the couch. he starts to watch through the blended windows to the outside, watching the pedestrians pass him bye without really catching his curiosity. At this point there are certain future dates that concern him, like CCPE vs. The World as he takes on Joe Montuori. XWF’s Snow Job for the Xtreme championship the week after just like his confrontation with Mark “The Dragon” Cross, a man that he remembers when he and Cross faced each other late in 2020 after his triumphant return to the company. But all of this had to wait as he has a date to get ready for later tonight and then there’s the special box, something that causes him to chucle.
“Everything will eventually be explained….”
He murmurs as he assumes that nobody is listening in on him
“Sir??”
Goth lifts an eyebrow before looking towards the direction where the sound had come from, clearly the limo drier has overheard him muttering to himself. He rests his head backwards, silently cursing to himself as he realizes he wasn’t careful enough.
“Nothing, I was just talking to myself. Could you please bring me to my hotel?”
The limo driver nods his head in understanding and closes the window between him and Goth, giving the man some privacy while continuing the drive.
Later that evening
We see Goth and Melissa return to their hotel room from having had a wonderful dinner at the restaurant, he is undoing his tie and throws it across the sofa before unbuttoning his shirt. He stares at Melissa, who enters the bedroom to take off her dress as he turns his attention towards his phone, noticing the message of his package had been received. This caused him to nod his head before placing his cell phone on the table before dropping on the sofa.
“It’s time for me to educate people what the art of mind games is all about.”
He mutters with a smirk on his face, he gabs the remote for the television and turns it on and watches the rerun of Dark. He watches the Punisher putting down his opponent in a really one sided match. This causes him to lean his head back against the head rest of the couch, placing his left hand above his head and groans as if he has a major headache.
“Dear Lord, is this what this man’s grand exposure of having bought a percentage of the company?”
He turns off the sound, not caring for the product of matches that was booked prior to his interview at the end of the show. Bringing a different side of the tale that people have forgotten.
“Such a shame that someone like Cherry Cola needs to save a program that has potential. Who knows, maybe I will just show some appreciation for her hard work, because people like us ae apparently hard to find.”
He snorts out a laugh before turning his attention towards the bedroom door, hearing it open and noticing Melissa stepping outside of it while wearing one of his old long shirts that covers most of her physique. He adores watching he left shoulder popping out of the spot where his head should go through, showcasing the difference in their size. She slowly walks over towards him, planting a soft kiss upon his lips as he reaches out and caresses her face. He was thankful that she had managed to travel along with him this week. The two are scheduled to marry each other later this year and want to prepare for the occasion.
“Promise me you won’t make it too long sweetie?”
She says before planting a final kiss upon his lips, she slowly turns around, letting a hand touch his partially exposed chest before heading over towards the bedroom. There at the doorway she turns around and smiles seductively towards him before entering the bedroom. Goth grins as he unbuttons some more of his blouse and looks back at the now muted replay of WGWF Dark.
“It’s as if I am listening to any of my opponents promo, as if I am long winded and boing.”[/b]
He chuckles as he slowly gets to his feet, he walks over towards the refrigerator and pulls out a bottle of water and unscrews the cap of the bottle and takes a sip from the water. He stares towards the television and sees another squash match on the television.
“It’s great for people to have a match against a developmental talent, but what do you actually learn from it?? Seriously, wrestling acts like that needs to study their craft in the minor leag ues before even daring to consider to clean my fucking boots with your stinking tongue.”[/b]
He takes another sip from the bottle of wate as he senses that his interview is being billed to be next, he grabs the remote control and turns the volume on again and smirks.
“Please, enlighten yourself to receive a first class education.”[/b]
Goth turns silent as we listen towards the answers that he gives to Denise Essex’s questions, producing a masterpiece of character development that he himself has not often heard from modern day wrestlers. He patiently takes small sips from the bottle of water while making mental notes towards his answers as well as his body language, being the critical individual he is never fully satisfied. He closes his eyes when the moment comes that he starts to address the loss of his deceased wife, slowly pining away a tear that emerges from his right eye as swallows a few drops of water.
“I know you would be proud of me dear.”[/b]
He says as if he is in a direct contact with the woman that the wrestling world had known as Sapphira, drinking away his sorrow by emptying the bottle of water. Places it upon a table next to him as he walks over towards the couch that he had been sitting in a few moments ago.
“Did I educate you somehow Mark”[/b]
There’s a moment of silence before Goth continues
“Perhaps I should ask you first whether you have the ability to learn from the past Mark, because I wonder what is nearer and dearer to your heart. Is it perhaps the saying that History tends to repeat itself??? Or is it more or less the opposite direction, that past performance is no guarantee for the future??”
“Interesting dilemma isn’t it??”[/b]
Goth slowly lowers himself back into the couch, resting his head against the back of the couch as he lowers himself to a comfortable seated position. The softness of the fabric causes him to groan in a pleased way he closes his eyes for a few moment as he has drifted away in thoughts.
“I know we have a history together Mark, I remember you being a world champion during the time that I had decided to walk away from wrestling, that I had no desire to compete and wanted to be a father to my son. I know you as a parent can value that can’t you??? I remember watching you on television Mark, you were really good. It made me wonder what if? You ever had that moment Mark?? Where you think to yourself what if??? Oh I’m sure you have, everyone has been on that crossroad in their life once or twice. And then Climax Control 300 happened…. And it was as if it was destiny telling me that I had to return to the ring…. I never got to the point of whether you were overjoyed for my return Mark??”
“I am a man that cares Mark, I am a man that likes to hear the opinion of others, just as easily as II will give you mine. But I guess I would not have to wait for that much longer huh Mark?? Just one match under my belt after my return and here we were… a non-title match against THEN SCW world heavyweight champion Mark “The Dragon” Cross. Well I don’t have to tell you how that ended huh Mark??? And I am not the type of man that likes to rub things into wounds, especially wounds that are more than two years old.”
“But you weren’t all too overjoyed to have faced me were you Mark?? Now I know that you saw it as an opportunity to put another notch on your gun, to bring me behind the shed and shoot me down like Old Yellar huh Mark?? Those were your exacts words weren’t it?? Well we all know that the rest is history and it was the beginning of my realization that I still have unfinished business inside the squared circle….”[/b]
Goth slowly reopens his eyes, pushes his lips together as he is in thought, thinking back at his return inside the wrestling ring. He had to admit that some of his moves hadn’t gone as smooth as he was used to, that he had become a tad slower and had to adapt to some newer styles. But ultimately his roots as a fighter and survivor had helped him overcome.
“I remember you as a foul mouthed Englishman, something that I will be expecting from you this week as well. Something that I do admire from you Mark, the always confident standpoint that nobody can beat “The Dragon” until you are proven wrong isn’t it Mark?? And you aren’t too shy of letting people know what you think of them, no matter how much better they are in comparison to you. Too bad for you is that I really don’t give a shit what you may think of me or what you will say about me Mark. And I am sure you know why don’t you??”
“But for those who are unaware of what our history is, what our legacies beyond this fine wrestling company is… for those who do not yet now, I will enlighten you. Because not only are we part of the final four of the West Coast Rumble, the two of us are perhaps the very best European wrestlers that has ever stepped foot upon American soil to compete inside the four corners of any given wrestling ring out there…. Too bad for you to understand that I am still number one Mark.”[/b]
He slowly gets up as he walks towards the wine cabinet and pulls out a bottle of white wine and pours himself some in a new glass. He smells at it before taking a first sip and sighs out of pleasure.
“Now I know that this statement is solely based upon my opinion, plus I know you will have your own Mark. Realizing that you will have a shot at the world title as you ended up as the final two competitors at the Rumble… a feat that I will tip my hat towards you kind sir and applaud you. But you are still not better than me my friend. Because deep down inside I know that you take this moment in 2020 to motivate you. That you want to take this opportunity to right the wrong that YOU yourself have caused you to endure when I beat you Mark. Because YOU are a competitor, YOU always want to be at the very top of your game. And losing to a back then washed up individual still doesn’t sit well with you… Even if you will not admit it… it… still…. Hurts.”
“And why wouldn’t it?? Why wouldn’t you want to look yourself in the mirror the very next day, telling yourself that you have beaten the man that YOU COULD NOT BEAT Isn’t that a wonderful tale that you can finally notch that one spot on that gun that has eluded you for two fucking years… And here is that chance Mark…. I hope you have a better aim than that you can talk…”[/b]
A chuckle emerges upon his face as he take another sip from the glass of wine and savours the moment for a few seconds.
“It’s as if history tends to repeat itself, my second match in this company and like I said a few moments ago a match against Mark “The Dragon” Cross. A man that is well travelled ladies and gentlemen, a man that has established himself as a great wrestler. A man that has got so many things going for him, that it makes people wonder why I say that you are a lesser wrestler than me. It’s because of your belief behind your legacy Mark, it’s that Cross that you bear for every single time that you step foot inside that squared circle… a man that should be overconfident in any given situation that you find yourself in”
“You know I am right am I not Mark?? And yet, every now and then that doubt creeps inside your mind and you will make that one mistake. A mistake that frustrates you, that angers you. I have seen you go off on social media, because you are a loose cannon Mark. Your mind is a loose cannon and can explode any given moment. That I can only guess when the moment comes that I can pull the trigger and watch you shoot for the sky before crumbing down lie a card house… but then agin, why worry about a simple Brawl match? Why would you care about a match against someone like me, while you have a world title match in the back of your head..”
“I have often been asked whether I am a face or heel, or whether I am good or bad… And all I can say is that I am in a league of my own… I am God fucking Goth, I am neither good or bad. I am beyond every freaking concept that YOU people deem to put on us all… I don’t need to play on the on the wellbeing of the others, I don’t need to play on your sympathy, or on your emotional standpoint of how you stand in life right now. Because I am above you all, that is included with the Number One Contender for the world title…. “
“And tell me Mark, are you going to point out that you lasted longer in the Rumble than me?? Does that make you better? Does that make you feel oh so confident that you will stand your ground? That you will outwrestle me in a way that you couldn’t more than two years ago??? Because I am still seeing that man in front of me, I still the doubt still being showcased upon your mind, even when I watched you cut your promo last show. Just because you are saying the right words, just because you had the crowd eat from the palm of your hand isn’t enough for you to make me believe in your chances in becoming world champion.”[/b]
Goth holds the glass of wine in front of him, admires the remainder of the glass of wine before turning his attention back to the camera.
“I seek quality Mark, I seek quality to build something, obviously for myself….. but also for a legacy AFTER my career has ended. Because like I have mentioned on Dark, I know I have something to add to this company that NONE of you can bring…. And that includes YOU as well Mark. I’m sorry if that offends you Mark, but I’m not here to please your ego, I’m not here to step aside for whoever’s legacy… because NONE of you can match my intensity, none can match my drive to prove you all wrong EVERY SINGLE SHOW!!! I was treated as a joke when I was the mystery man in the Rumble…. But I have taught each and every single wrestler in that match knows that I’m beyond each and every one of them. And to consolidate these statements that I just made is that I have to do what I did to you in 2020…. Where I WILL annihilate your hopes and dreams and make you understand that I will ultimately be breathing down your neck…. My time as champion will come, AFTER I have captured the hearts and dreams of everyone out there…. And crushed them, humiliated their confidence and spit out on their believes. Because there’s only ONE way to the top and that is through ME. One day I will present the successor to my crown…., but this coming Monday… the crown of thorns will be on top of my head as YOU Mark Cross will kneel down in front of me.”
“Monday 30th 2023 will be remembered as the second coming of HE who was prophesized to save you…. Only this time you need to convince ME instead of the other way around…. Good luck to “The Dragon”, because neither you or anyone else is strong enough to carry the cross that I bear…. Your end is near Mark…. Your end is my Beginning…. And my Beginning to the solution that soon will have the entire WGWF talking…. ”
With that Goth takes a final sip from the glass of wine before placing it on the table as he walks over towards the bedroom door and enters the bedroom as the shot slowly fades.
The End… for now….[/div]