Post by Goth on Dec 15, 2023 17:56:09 GMT -5
All About The Father
“Welcome my son.”
Says the soulful voice of Jebediah, Goth’s personal Reverend as Goth walks into his office. Goth looks around the office, admiring the always clean and neat appearance before walking over towards the black leather seat opposite to Jebediah. Goth sits down as he unbuttons the lowest few buttons that kept his jacket together before resting his arms across the am rests before declining the offer of Jebediah to pour him some Scotch inside a glass.
“Not today father, I have a few more appointments to make later today”
Jebediah nods his head, runs his hands through his hair that is to the amusement of Goth the only part of the entire room that isn’t neat. The slowly starting to become grey hair looks as if an explosion had happened inside of his head, but quickly Goth turns his attention to business as he stares back into the waiting gaze of Jebediah.
“So I guess you are here for business, not entertainment??”
Goth nods his head as he lifts his left hand towards his face, slowly letting his fingers touch the neatly trimmed goatee, still feeling some stubs upon his skin from where he had shaved his face earlier this morning. He moves his hand towards his hair, twirling it between a few fingers as his gaze has not left that of Jebediah in the process. Goth finally nods his head after a few more seconds as he starts to address the reverend.
“Jebediah, I have come to you for a favour. I want you to become my spokesperson from now on when I am on the road.”
The requests causes Jebediah to raise an eyebrow, clearly he had not anticipated anything remotely to this request. He leans backwards into his leather chair, tapping his fingers upon the dark oak table as the tapping of his golden ring can be heard.
“Spokesperson you say??”
Goth nods his head as he closes his eyes, starting to rub the leather fabric of the armrests of the chair. Digging his fingers deep inside the fabric, causing it to adjust to the pressure as the close surroundings start to swell up a little.
“Its quite simple Jebediah, I need someone to preach the good word.”
He smirks as he notices that Jebediah’s startled look has still not subsided as he sighs.
“Obviously the good word of yours truly, you see…. I intend to change the landscape of the WGWF, starting to bring the lineage of the Intercontinental Championship to heights that even the former champion could not comprehend.”
Goth allows the words to sink in as Jebediah places both hands before his mouth in a shape of a pyramid while he considers the offer that is being made.
“Interesting request my son, I can clearly see how this would benefit you. But how can this benefit me??”
Goth lets out a sigh, releasing the tight grip he had upon the arm rests as his hands travel towards the table as he leans forward. He stares into the eyes of Jebediah before slowly rising from the chair as he walks towards the windows that looks over Manhattan. Jebediah watches every of Goth’s movement while waiting for his response.
“I see a future in the WGWF of finally ridding the company of its limitations when it comes down to censorship.”
He looks back at Jebediah through the corner of his eyes, smiling as he notices that Jebediah’s fingers are excitingly tapping upon the table.
“I have noticed the need of a leader is needed amongst the ranks of the WGWF, especially within the Brawl brand.”
“What about Smash??”
This causes Goth’s smirk to widen, shaking his head as he slowly turns his back towards the window as he stares back towards Jebediah.
“That will ultimately dealt with when the time comes my dear Jebediah, but for now… I need to grab hold of the problem by the source. Have the world forget about the legacy of our current world champion.”
He sighs
“The need of the company to find a new Cholo is obviously absurd, because instead of continuing upon the same direction is taking several steps backwards…. While I intend to have a stranglehold upon the division.”
He squeezes his hand into a fist as he bites upon his lower lip.
“Literally squeeze the air out of their lungs while staring them in their eyes, but alas I am drifting away from why I originally came for… The hope of at least stroking your ego so to speak.”
The two men stares at each other, sensing the tension brewing around them before Jebediah slowly drop back towards the table. His eyes stare past Goth, looking into the void that is the Manhattan skyline as he is clearly contemplating the options that are presented to him.
“I believe that this could benefit you as well as me, I have seen your work upon television when watching this…. WGWF. And even though I admire your intent, I can tell that you need direction to obtain your goal without distractions…”
Goth smirks as he nods his head in understanding.
“So I guess we got an agreement??”
There’s silence between the two men as the shot slowly fades
*To Be Continued*
“Welcome to the hand that feeds you!!!”
We cut back to the office of Reverend Jebediah, who seats behind his office desk as he welcomes the WGWF recording crew as he stands up and gestures them to come closer. The smile upon his face is an obvious satisfaction that is a combination of a position of power as Goth’s right hand as well that of greed. He slowly sits down as the crew positions themselves upon the other side of his desk. Jebediah spits upon his hands before attempting to easing his hair into a more fashionable way, only to have it jump back upwards as it has always been. Ignoring the failed attempt as he repositions his tie before he continues.
“Now I understand that under normal circumstances you would be graced by the wisdom of The Messiah Of Pain, a man that seeks truth within your denials. But seeing that HE has a greater goal in mind, has given me the opportunity to allow yours truly to preach upon his prophecy. Granting the Messiah to do his talking inside the ring by force.”
He shakes his head from left to right as he finally finishes straightening his tie before placing both of his hands on either side of him upon the dark oak table. He takes a moment to stare into the camera before momentarily turning his gaze towards the right, causing the camera to direct it’s attention towards that direction as it shows Goth standing in front of Jebediah’s book case with a glass of water in his hands.
“Obviously HE will always be at my side, gracing me with HIS wisdom as HE shall guide us all into a better world. And this coming Monday on Brawl, the first of many prophecies will begin against a man that claims to be a father… just like HIM.”
The camera turns back towards Jebediah, who has reached a hand towards a glass of Scotch as he takes a sip, making a facial expression of satisfaction before letting out a sigh of relief.
“Austin Ramsey, a man that is a respected individual in this company as a former co holder of the tag team titles. A man that besides being a wrestler is also a respectful father figure??”
Goth looks at Jebediah from the corner of his eyes, lifting the corner of his mouth for a split second before turning his attention back to the impressive list of books.
“Obviously I mean that lightly, I mean seriously Mr. Ramsey, is there a reason why you cannot keep a tight family bond for a few moments?? Look at the Messiah, I mean have you ever seen him have issues with a painted dog?? Having a child that prefers kissing the ass of someone that took the world tag titles from you and then assaulted you?? How can we possibly relate to a man that has shown jealousy upon others, a man that cannot keep his dog safe from being a living Picasso?? Seriously Mr. Ramsey, I would try to hide your expression from the wrestling ring until you finally found a Split Personality that would consider loving yourself.”
He lifts his hands upwards in an apologetic fashion before showing a broad smile, showing his golden front tooth.
“A man that wishes to hide responsibilities towards those who he proclaim to love, only to seek his fortune into materialistic desires. Seriously Mr. Ramsey? Is this your next attempt to swerve your dysfunctional family to believe that you are anywhere near in making them proud again??”
He grabs his tie before twisting his neck from left to right before he continues to address Austin Ramsey.
“Now I can honestly say that I admire your desperation, but sadly I cannot say the same thing when it concerns the “Messiah”. Because let’s face it Austin, his star is rising while yours is only dropping towards the realms of being forgotten and ignored. No longer does the tag team division need you and your wife to uphold a certain standard, because there are many more teams that has already exceeded you and Toddi. And then there’s the fact that it’s almost embarrassing to have management granting you opportunity after opportunity that you clearly do not deserve. While in comparison.., HIS star is about to shine to it’s brightest when it comes down to fulfilling destiny and honour. Two words I am certain off you need to look up into the dictionary, in order for you to learn that there’s more than merely 1-2-3. But I should stop building up your legacy while all the attention should be headed towards the slayer of the beast named Joe Montuori. I guess that explains why your son seeks others to be a father figure that you never could have been for him. But then again, I am only an observer…. As the man over there is the true judge, jury and executioner.”
The camera turns towards Goth, who has turned his head towards Jebediah with a watchful gaze, listening to every word that the Reverend has said about his opponent. Slowly nodding his head in approval as he places the rather expensive glass to his lips, taking a small sip from the water before placing it upon the table where Jebediah is seated at.
“This is probably something that none of you could have been expecting haven’t you?? To share my personal opinions upon someone else without even having to open my mouth, something that all of you need to get used to. Because this will become the norm of greatness that I strive to achieve, something the likes of you should be squashed from ever contemplating to wear another championship belt.”
He turns his gaze towards the reverend, who nods his head in agreement towards his statement.
“How ironic is how our careers in this company has never crossed paths, how one side rose to the occasion of greatness by winning the world tag team titles. Whereas for the other??”
He smirks a little as the corner of his mouth slowly rises, he closes his eyes for a moment before letting go off the glass as he pulls back his hair.
“I would not say that my first match was a disappointment was it? I mean being in the final four of this years West Coast Rumble was quite remarka ble, especially when nobody even considered the thought of ME having signed with this company. And even though I have yet to have won any championship gold, I must say that my career has only risen in greatness after returning from my injury. Whereas yours? Well let’s just say that the majority of what you and your better half have faced only lacked the ability in comparison to mine. But I will grant you to have your eyes being opened once we step foot inside the squared circle Austin, allowing your stupidity and incapability to be exposed upon the world scale once again”
“but you have already grown accustomed to it haven’t you??”
He nods his head towards Jebediah before turning his attention towards the camera, extending his arms before crossing his arms across his chest as he sits on the edge of the desk of Jebediah while staring into the camera with amusement.
“I already know that the outside world will be putting pressure upon your weakened shoulders Austin, your twittering bastard of a son will obviously cheering you on behind the safe haven of his social media. Because that’s how cowards function these days don’t they?? Whereas your spouse will try to put false hope inside your ever changing mental instable brain of yours that you can beat me, do the unthinkable that Joe Montuori could not do at the Cannabis Cup. And then there’s the delusional hope of your fans that only wish to have at least ONE Show Stealer will succeed, but we all know who the talented one of the household is don’t we??”
The smile widens as he slowly runs his hands across his jacket before reaching the sleeves as he readjusts the cufflinks.
“I know that these are just simple minded teasing words, childish behaviour is it not?? But it’s apparent that this is the only way that I can reach out to simple minded fools like you. People that hides behind excuses, individuals that constantly need others to hold you up high. In wrestling terms o being carried by those who are too kind to drop you for what you really are…. Dead weight.”
“I have no problems of telling the world the truth Austin, neither do I have any issues in sinking my teeth in any hopes of you surviving against me. Because if you think that the coming Elimination Match for that championship will be difficult?? Then ask Joe Montuori how it feels to survive against ME!!!”
“I do not allow myself to be limited by restrictions to achieve the main goal in life!! I have made that one mistake against Mac Bane, I have had the problem of having to trust a weaker individual in the last shows tag team match. But now I am back in my own realm of where I will exceed. Setting my sights upon dropping you like the dead weight that you are before I can set my sights upon lifting that championship belt from what this company has grown accustomed to. But I know you will attempt to thwart me in my destiny of to achieve that what you have been lacking for nearly a year.”
“Painful to see how you base your hope in desperation Austin, painful to see how you have no clue in how to face a complete wrestler. Painful is the realization that you do not know how to base a game plan against someone that can either brawl you down, wrestle you down or even match your ability to hit the sky. This is MY moment to claim my price Austin, it’s MY moment to shed the dead weight that has limited my success that is desperately try to cling on upon me in the rear view mirror just like your entire career. The Cannabis Cup won’t be the highlight of my career Austin, it is THE stepping stone of exactly that what this company needs!!!”
He rubs the back of his hand underneath his nose, snorting a bit before grinning with a sick smile.
“I intend to qualify Austin, because that title needs ME!! That title is destined to be held by greatness. And even though we are part of the same legacy that is CCPE, you do not deserve to walk upon the ground that I grace with dignity and respect!!! I will pound the living shit out of you, because we will walk the same dark tunnel. A tunnel that will have bright light shining at the end of it, but it will only allow ONE deserving human being. And your legacy has already started to fade away as much as a burning candle that is upon it’s final extend. Seeking for the final bit of oxygen to extend it’s inevitable fairy ending!! You want to have that David And Goliath story ending, you are hoping upon MY VERY OWN GRACE to have that final glorious moment. That one final moment where your hand is being raised in disbelief, while I intend to wrap your helpless limbs around your throat and choke the life out of you. Whisper in your ear that it is best for you to lay down, that I will take away all the pain as I will heal you by decimating your very own dignity. You will end up being remembered of what you once were, what could have been and what IF. There’s no IF, there’s no what could have been or what will be when you stare into my eyes and listen to my voice. I predict undeniable suffering that will all end when the bell has rang, when my hand is raised and I do not have to look back in shame. Because that’s what your legacy has become Austin, a shameful disappointment… And I intend to end it, may you rest in peace… Because like my entrance music states… Ain’t No Grave Going To Keep My Body Down.. Because The Messiah Of Pain will live forever…. Deal with it…”
With that Goth wraps the palm of his hand at the camera as the shot slowly fades.