Post by Goth on Aug 17, 2023 13:26:46 GMT -5
New York City, New York
15th of August
St. Peter Roman Catholic Church
The shot opens at a dark and secluded confession booth, where a long haired figure is seeking refuge in the darkest of dark spots of the booth. We hear him breathe in the corner of the booth as he is being addressed.
Pastor: Welcome my child, my name is Jariath Quinn. Do you have anything to confess??
A sinister laughter can be heard as the figure scratches his nails against the spot of the wall that separates the pastor from the figure, rubbing it against the tiny air holes that allows some sort of visibility to be seen between the two.
Pastor: Are you alright?
The laughter has stopped, yet the scratching continues as a dark voice mutters.
Figure: Father, I have sinned…,
Pastor: Confess my son.
There’s a silence as the pastor is about to open his mouth once more, but he hears some soft crying
Pastor: My son??
Figure: I have been praying in order to save someone’s soul Father.
The pastor on the other side of the wall frowns his eyebrows as the words of praying for someone’s soul does not align with being a sinner.
Pastor: I do not unde….
But the figure cuts him off in mid sentence
Figure: Because this man has done so much horrible things Father, you could say that our Savior would refer to him as someone that does not know what he is doing.
He lets out a deep sigh, coughing out loud for a few moments as that makes the Pastor move his head away from the secluded window between them.
Pastor: That is actually a good thing my son, but I do not see any sins in that. I…,
Figure: He does not deserve to be saved Father
The unknown man stops talking, we can hear sounds coming from his jacket, causing the Pastor to wonder what is going on. We suddenly hear the man blow his nose inside a handkerchief and let out a sigh of relief.
Figure: I apologize father, I suddenly got all so emotional when I think about all the dreaded things that I have done to him and his family.
Suddenly the words are sinking in by the Pastor as he is about to ask about it, but is cut off by the figure
Figure: It’s not like I wanted it to happen Father, but you know how things are these days don’t you?? I have been patient with all of these lowlifes for I don’t know how long, leaving behind clue after clue that I am the path to redemption. And yet…. nothing, what more would you ask from ME Father???
the Pastor is bewildered, not believing the words that has been uttered by this individual, but he is prepared to respond against it to no evail
Pastor: I don’t think….,
But again his words just fade in the rage fit that comes over the man as he starts to scream in anger.
Figurer: YES!!! YOU DON’T THINK!!! Nobody does these days!! Oh Father, it is so wonderful to finally open up to someone. Even though you are incapable of understanding anything that I am saying, but I shall forgive you my son. You see, I will give you a clue as to what this man has done wrong. He had the GAUL of putting his hands on me, while refusing to recognize me as HIS Savior. Just like Peter, who has denied to recognize HIM three consecutive times… And yet He had loved him.
Pastor: You do know that this is blasphemy sir, I need to ask you to..…
Figure: Leave?? Like every other Rabbi that told HIM that he could not call HIMSELF the Son of God?? Oh yes, I understand. I clearly see that after all these centuries of hoping and praying for HIS return, that you are still not ready to face the truth are you? And before you answer that question Father, please know this… Don’t be surprised if you turn on the television one day and witness the Wrath of Goth… As I will set Joe Montuori free!!!!!!
With that the Pastor hears the door open next to him and footsteps echo through the church as the Pastor tries to open his door to confront the figure, only to see that the church is completely empty. he then turns around towards the spot where the mysterious figure had seated, he opens the door with a trembling hand as he tries to contain the multiple emotions that is flowing through his body. His eyes are trying to adjust to the darkness within until he sees a picture on the bench where the figure had sat, he slowly picks it up and sees a shot of Goth holding Baby Gia wrapping her little fingers around a large finger as a reminder from the Summer Madness Press Conference.
Sooner Or Later Goth Will Cut You Down….,
Chapter One: Goth is Going To Cut You Down
The shot opens at The Hub Bar in Tampa, Florida. We see Goth sitting there with a glass of Whiskey in his hands. Staring at the sports game on television as the camera approaches him.
Goth: I guess the news goes fast huh??
He smirks at the comment he made towards the camera, referring to his return at the Summer Madness PPV as he dropped Joe Montuori during the match.
Goth: I guess we all want to know how excited I am to return to the ring next week in a six person war. And all I can say is that you have sinful thoughts.
the smirk widens as he takes another sip from the glass of Whiskey before giving the bartender a signal for a refill.
Goth: People refer war to where parties try to kill each other, isn’t it?? And that’s a notion that I as a forgiving man cannot identify with…. Yet I do enjoy inflicting the painful truth inside the minds of those who cannot recognize the painful truth.
He acknowledges the next glass of Whiskey from the bartender as he slowly takes another sip.
Goth: And so the team of Spencer Adams and “The Beast” Jonathan Cable have been offered an opportunity to open up their hearts and souls to my truth, although I would assume that in case of Mr. Cable this to be a miracle. A miracle that people seek to believe, yet dismiss when it is presented upon them isn’t it??
He closes his eyes as he takes another sip from the glass of whiskey and cherishes the taste for a few seconds.
Goth: And how would I feel about the opposing side? Two of my kin, two brothers that I have known for quite some time. Two men that I trust and respect from the Saviors in Sin City Wrestling… And a man is desperate to rekindle some old forgotten love??
He sighs as he shakes his head, clearly accentuating the notion that he does not hold any faith of Mac Bane and Peter Vaughn to hold any trust with Justin York.
Goth:And then there is the mindset of the three, two former champions losing their titles in different fashion. One in a tag team gauntlet match, where everyone was bested and the other?? Well I have witnessed the betrayal up close Peter… And I feel your pain.
Bec
He turns his attention towards the camera for the very first time, his eyes burn a hole through the soul of the poor soul that has to record his words.
Goth:But it’s not like you are unfamiliar in dirty tricks now is it Peter?? Wasn’t it betrayal that guided you in regaining a championship in a different company?? Where Mac Bane was a saving grace to your lies and deceit?? I will gladly allow you to entertain me with all the excuses that would direct towards everywhere except for your own responsibility of retaining YOUR championship.
a moment of silence comes over Goth
Goth: Did I offend you Peter?? And what about you Mac?? The violent nature that you have been spreading as of late, a side that has brought you so much more along with Bam Miller… and now?? Is it merely the fact that the current champions were living on a dream?? Or was there a lack of faith that could not set you free?? Because there is nothing that I could even consider coming close to the standard that you told me that YOU expected from each and every other individual that joined The Saviors in Sin City Wrestling. Because when I looked at you, I was missing the passion and the drive to hold on to the title… That same drive that made OUR SISTER Kim Pain champion. Tell me Mac, are you embarrassed?? Or is this perhaps the new standard that you wish to uphold??? Perhaps it is why I need to take YOU by my hand and lead by example my brother… The question is… Are you capable Mac???
He shakes his head in disbelief before turning his frown back into a smile
Goth: And then there’s a man that should have been, yet turned into a what if?? In some sort of ways I have to blame YOU for my wrath towards Joe Montuori, because YOU for whatever fucking reason could not uphold the expectations of CCPE. You are someone that I hate the most Justin, perhaps a word that I must not allow my lips to burn with shame. But YOU did not just walk away, you turned YOUR back upon ME. The Messiah of Pain, the Savior of all non believers. A man, who just like Joe Montuori believed that with time all wounds would heal… That we would just shrug our shoulders and move on. You have already seen what I could do with Joe Montuori, merely by allowing his wife and baby girl to come into my life Justin. You and him turned your backs towards me Justin, but no more…. No more inflicting emotional distress, no more lies Justin. I will inflict all my anger and sadness upon the likes of you until YOU scream out my name and beg me for forgiveness. But you had nearly a year Justin, A YEAR!!! Hell, you even walked away from an open challenge when I held the Sin City Wrestling Roulette title… Because of what Justin?? I will tell you, you fear me. Just like you are doing right now, hoping to rekindle some past and forgotten alliance with two World Class champions… But I can already tell you that this is doomed to fail.
He start to wrap both hands around the glass of Whiskey as he pours the remainder of the glass down his throat and relishes the taste.
Goth: Is that what you are seeking for Mac and Peter?? Is that what you can rely upon?? Tell me the truth and I will be merciful upon you both. I would have preferred to have been on your side, to guide you to the promised land. But I know that I cannot be selfish and ignore the pleads of the one in benefit for the other. A John Cable that needs to open his heart to me!! To forget the fact that I only showed him what kind of Beast he truly was!! As he has no right to JUDGE ME!!! And trust me my brother John, I will feel the truth when I stare you in the eyes. I will know whether you are a good man instead of another sobbing individual that I played with ease….
He slowly places the glass back on the bar as he slowly stands up and is about to walk away.
Goth: Deny me like Joe Montuori tried and you will receive Judgment in pain and misery.
With that Goth walks off as the shot fades