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Post by Chris Page on Jan 31, 2024 10:38:26 GMT -5
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Goth
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Post by Goth on Feb 13, 2024 15:08:22 GMT -5
“How Dare she!!!!” We cut to the scene of Goth backstage, moments after what transpired between Reverend Jebediah and Jenny Myst. He is screaming and throwing stuff around in the medical centre while a medic is checking in on Reverend Jebediah, but jumps up in shock to the rage that has taken control over him. “This time this woman has gone too far!!!!” He is about to grab a monitor and throw it against the wall, but ultimately decides against it and places it back on the table where it stood upon as he turns his attention towards the medic and Jebediah. “Apologies for my behaviour, I have so much on my mind as of late…”He walks off, not allowing the medic to respond to him, leaving his reverend to the medical care of the arena. He quickens his pace as he turns his attention towards the water boiler that is in front of him, grabbing a plastic cup and holds it underneath the tap, his hand is shaking like a mad man above it as his other hand closes around the cup and squeezes it to oblivion. “Damnit!!!” He throws the cup to the floor and leans with his back against the wall, placing his hands upon his forehead before slowly lowering himself with a seated position as he starts to whisper in frustration. “This vile woman first distracts me in my match, then she needs to injury MY REVEREND!!! And nothing I could do to prevent it…. It is as if…”He doesn’t finish the sentence, not wanting to let his desperation taking control over him, but slowly turns his demeaner into a smiling one. “I know it, YOU are merely testing me!!!” He lifts his face towards the ceiling, staring at the lights as if he is in a direct contact with God himself when suddenly a shadow stands over him. He notices at that point how bright the lights are, causing him not to recognize what he could tell to be a female figure. “Gerrit??” The voice whispers towards him, he lifts a hand above his eyes in an attempt to block some of the light. “I know that voice, you are that Virgin Mary that has been haunting me…”He whispers back as his eyes are slowly adapting to the light, but he can still not identify the woman who has a sinister laugh as her voice changes. “Silly Gerrit, I have enjoyed torturing you in your dreams, the same like you have tortured me in the past” He suddenly freezes as he recognizes the alteration of the voice, sweat is pouring over his face as he tries to put his forearm in front of his face in a futile attempt to protect himself. “Elizabeth Ashe???” He utters the name of the woman who had been his most dreaded rival in the Global Wrestling Alliance, a woman that was a vampire that was revered. Only having her career to suddenly alter with bad luck ever since their paths had crossed for the very first time. “Why did you return?? Why now??” She leans over towards him, placing two hands inside velvet gloves upon his shoulders. Causing his body to tense over as he notices the pale white skin of her arms as his eyes travel across her muscles before turning his eyes into hers. Recognizing the blood shed red eyes before witnessing the large fangs of her open mouth. “NO!!!!” Screaming in fear when she sees her intent to bite him, putting his arms in front of his face. He remains seated with both arms protecting him, breathing heavily before turning his attention to where she had stood after several moments, realizing that she has vanished. “What is going on??” He looks around the hallway in fear, sweat is pouring from his face as it takes him several minutes before regaining his composur. "Have faith in your own Divine Intervention upon this world.” He starts to whisper towards himself as he quickly grabs his beads, shaking his hands as he starts to say a few Hail Mary’s as his breathing is increasing. “Are you alright Lord?” He hears the voice of Jebediah as he stands over him with a concerned look on his face, causing Goth to look around and lets out a sigh before nodding his head. “Yes Jebediah, I just needed a few seconds to collect my thoughts.” “A few seconds Lord?? I have been searching for you the last few hours.” These words causes Goth’s eyes to widen in shock, realizing that this moment between him and his old rival was more than “just a moment” between the two of them. “Take me home Jebediah….” To be continued.
The shot returns in an empty chapel, where we see Goth on his knees praying towards a cross upon a wall. We see a few candles surrounding him as he is dressed in a black cloak, slowly he lifts his head upwards as he takes off the cloak from his face. We see tears running down his cheeks as he nods his head and slowly rises to his feet as he turns his attention towards Jebediah.
“Jebediah, I have finished soul searching and found the answer.”
Jebediah bows towards Goth, not lifting his head as he responds towards him.
“What are your wishes my Lord?”
Goth places his hand upon his shoulder and responds.
“I value your company my friend, but this I have to do upon my own.”
Jebediah reacts in a startled way, looking upwards with a confused look on his face.
“My Lord??”
But Goth shakes his head, not allowing Jebediah to change his mind as Jebediah finally nods his head and walks off. Goth watches him walk out of the small chapel before turning his head back towards the cross.
“I bet you are very proud of yourself Jenny, was this what you were looking for?? To attack me by assaulting Jebediah?? Such a shame.”
He says as he sighs, lowering his head for a moment as he attempts to control his breathing, only to realize it is no use.
“WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO MAKE YOU REALIZE THAT I WANT THAT BELT!!!!”
He shoots his head toward the camera, digging his fingers into his cheeks as he scratches his nails against his flesh. Letting out a painful scream before he finally lets go as we see the scratch marks upon his face.
“Go ahead!! Attagonize me all you want!! Because I know that’s all you do to get inside my head!! Something that I have allowed in the past, back in XWF I thought I had all the answers. And yet when I look back at it, I realize that looking for a spotlight inside a brain that is filled by nothing more than mere garbage!!!”
He turns around in circles, spreading his arms as he is uttering a Psalm in an attempt to collect his thoughts to no success.
“I forgot how horrible you were until you came into this company Jenny, was that your way to tell the world that you want to spin around in circles? Is this your way of cementing your legacy as repeating past accomplishments in order to keep that bird brain of yours satisfied?? Oh and don’t think that beating the male version of Barbie and I is an accomplishment at itself. Because you damn right know it was all Peter Vaughn. But he isn’t here to save your sorry ass from me taking away that championship.”
“Was this what you were expecting from me Jenny?? A man that is even more deranged in his own damn mind than you will ever be in your entire career?? I got a fucking vampire bitch haunting me, because I ruined her fucking existence!!! How ironic to be haunted by someone that is begging to be saved!! Only to save your sorry ass by driving my fist down your throat and rip out that stinking beating heart and watch it turn black before your stinking eyes.”
He plants his hands against the sides of his head, squeezing harder and harder as he lets out a scream of agonizing pain.
“YES I KNOW!! I SHOULD BE A FORGIVING INDIVIDUAL!! BUT HOW?? HOW SHOULD I FORGIVE THAT!!!!”
Goth releases the tight grip upon his head, crying out from frustration that suddenly changes in sadistic laughter.
“It’s so fucking obvious!! I have been cherishing the win over J Mont as my standard bearing achievement, making myself a leach sucking upon what once was to always return to me. Making the intervention of The Virgin Mary essential to tell me the truth!! Sending that vampire bitch from the depths of hell to remind me who I am…, HE WHO CREATED HOPE!! And HE who will take away that what you cherish the most!!!”
“You have been clutching it so tightly wherever you go, defend it upon every show that as a need to hold on to it as it is your friend. Friends abandon you Jenny, they are only an excuse to battle your insecurities and drop you like a bad habid whenever you have served your purpose for them. And I have been looking at your desperation from afar, shaking my head and wonder wh you have not embraced ME!!!”
He runs his hand across his mouth, tasting the sweat from his skin as he rolls his eyes back inside his head.
“I will beat the love into you Jenny, I will beat the desire to let go of all your puppet friends. I intend to open your eyes and make you see that I am the true friend that you have always needed in your delusional life. No more am I the man that you once knew, no more am I the pitiful human being that shows mercy upon your existence. I have shown weakness, I have broken barriers inside my my vulgar mind that I took as a mortal sin.”
“But since the vampire released that part of me that I dreaded at one point makes me understand Jenny, it makes me understand that only I can pollute the minds of the weak with the truth of me being a visionary. You took out a mere Reverend, a man that holds no muscle inside his sinful body that would even consider violence upon another soul. Even those who are as maniacal a yours… And I have accepted the fact that after this Television Title Match that I will drop a black sheep out of its herd. That I will sacrifice not just you, but also that hand puppet. Because I cannot accept you to worship something else besides me. That title is sinful Jenny, that puppet is sinful…. And I need to baptise your own mind with the blood of the man that will save you.”
“But don’t assume that I will take you by your hand and guide you into the promised land, oh no Jenny. You have already shown that you deserve nothing more than slither upon your stomach like the snake that you are, taste your surroundings with that forked tongue of yours… Taste your own sorrow, tasting your own misery and wasting your life just as fast as you have risen to the top. I cannot allow you to put yourself above MYSELF. I urge you to not take these words as a warning, but as a prophecy Jenny. The Television Title will be blessed with the eternal love of Goth… The Messiah Of Pain….”
With that he grabs the camera and palms it to end the shot.
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Post by Everybody Hates Jenny Myst on Feb 14, 2024 5:16:24 GMT -5
Jenny stood by the edge of the clearing, watching silently as the flames consumed the old church she had known since childhood. The fire roared, casting eerie shadows that danced across her face, as if reflecting the turmoil within her soul. The crackling of the burning wood filled the air, a cacophony of destruction that resonated within her.
"I need to do this," she told Miriam before instructing her to stay in the car. "I won't be long."
Her eyes reflected the orange glow as she remembered the long-forgotten screams echoing through the hallowed halls, the cruel laughter reverberating off the stained glass windows. Each crackling timber echoed the moans of her younger self, enduring unspeakable torment at the hands of the man who had been her "father."
A shiver ran down her spine as she recalled the empty promises of protection and love, the way he had twisted every kind gesture into a cruel game. She had carried his scars, both physical and emotional, through her life, a constant reminder of his tyrannical reign over her innocence.
"You know, sometimes I feel like you two are the only ones I can trust; the only true friends I have left." Amby stared back at her, her eyes cold and lifeless. "I didn't bring Miriam here....she can't handle it. She's such a sap, ya know?"
The smoke billowed and twisted upwards, disappearing over the horizon like the remnants of Jenny's shattered innocence. She felt a strange sense of liberation mingled with bitter sorrow, a conflict raging within her as she beheld the destruction she had wrought.
She wasn't capable of feeling anymore. Any semblance of a heart she once had was gone.
Numb.
The crackling of the burning wood echoed in the still night, drowning out the distant wails of sirens. The orange glow painted eerie shadows on her face as she watched the structure she once held dear crumble and collapse.
"Everything burns" she said to herself, feeling a tingle in her hand. An overwhelming urge to toss the doll into the blaze consumed her.....
She pulled her back, and clutched her to her chest.
This was the church she was going to bring Miriam to, to get christened. If only she could see it now.....
She regretted leaving her in the car, but it was for her own protection.
The church stood as a symbol of his manipulation and hypocrisy, the facade of righteousness and devotion concealing the darkness that lurked within. But as the flames consumed it, Jenny felt a strange sense of liberation, as though the burning embers carried away the shackles of her past.
When the fire finally died down, leaving behind only smoldering ruins and billows of smoke drifting into the night, Jenny turned away, her silicone-enhanced chest heavy with conflicting emotions.
She walked through the desolate graveyard adjacent to where the church once stood, and made her way to a crumbling headstone, the name etched into weathered stone holding a weight of its own.
She knelt beside the grave, running a hand over the cold surface. The pain, the fear, the feelings of betrayal and worthlessness—all tied to the man who lay beneath the earth. But despite the anguish, a twisted yearning clawed at her, a desperate desire to relive it all, to confront the demons that still haunted her soul.
"Why did you leave me?" she whispered to the silent graveyard, her voice barely above a haunted murmur. It was a question that had haunted her for years, a question that had remained unanswered, lost to the abyss of the past.
The wind carried her words, and in the stillness of the night, a mournful wail wrapped itself around her. It was the echo of her own anguish, the howling cry of a wounded spirit seeking closure in the darkness of the unknown.
Her fingers traced the letters of his name, etched in unforgiving stone. The pain and fury rose within her, intertwined with an insatiable longing for resolution. She had to confront the demons, to face the scars that still marred her heart and soul.
A mirthless laughter bubbled from her throat, a bitter sound that echoed through the graveyard, mingling with the wailing wind. It was a laughter laced with grief and bitterness, a mocking defiance against the tyranny that had overshadowed her life.
With a trembling breath, she whispered, "I needed the pain, for clarity." The words hung heavy in the air, a mantra of twisted resolve, the battle cry of a soul seeking redemption in its darkest hour.
As the pale moon cast its eerie glow over the desolate landscape, Jenny closed her eyes, willing herself to face the ghosts of her past. She needed to find closure, to break free from the chains that bound her to a lifetime of torment and betrayal.
Under the watchful gaze of the heavens, she let out a primal scream, a raw cry that shattered the silence of the night, releasing the pent-up anguish that had festered within her for far too long. It was a scream of defiance, a declaration of her refusal to be shackled by the shadows of her history.
The distant echo of her scream mingled with the mournful whispers of the wind, creating a haunting symphony that seemed to resonate through the very fabric of her being. It was a cathartic release, a primal purging of the haunting specters that had long plagued her.
Opening her eyes, Jenny felt a strange calm settle over her. The moon bathed her in its silvery light, casting her in an ethereal glow as she rose to her feet, her movements purposeful and resolute.
With each step, the earth seemed to absorb her pain, grounding her in the present as she walked away from the grave, away from the ghosts that had held her captive in the labyrinth of her memories.
As she made her way through the graveyard, the shadows embraced her like old friends, offering solace and understanding. There was a new strength in her gait, a quiet determination that pulsed through her veins, banishing the remnants of doubt and fear.
The night enveloped her in its embrace as she found herself standing at the edge of a precipice, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the smoke from the burning church dissipated into the night.
She raised her face to the inky black sky, the cool breeze whispering through her blonde and pink hair, and for the first time in a long time, she felt a glimmer of peace wash over her. It was a fragile peace, delicate and tenuous, but it was a start—a faint flicker in the darkness of her soul.
With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and let out a long, trembling sigh, the weight of the past finally beginning to lift from her weary shoulders. It was a moment of quiet surrender to the healing embrace of the night, a silent acknowledgment of the scars that had shaped her, but would no longer define her.
She got back to the car and leaned up against it, peering in at Miriam, still buckled in the passenger seat where she had left her. She knew, at that moment, that someone--anyone--would have to kill her to separate them again.
And she thought knew Goth didn't have the nuts.
In the midst of the night, Jenny found herself humming a haunting melody, a melody that seemed to transcend time and space, weaving through the tendrils of her fractured spirit like a soothing balm: Bohemian Rhapsody
"Just when I thought things couldn't get worse for you Ger-bear, here we go. They finally let you use your phone at the mental hospital and this is what you do? You're more off your rocker than you've ever been, and just as hilariously confident, perhaps even more so. When I left you laying in a puddle of your own bodily fluids for the last time in XWF, I thought I was done with you. I was on to bigger and better things--though, better isn't a fair word to use. Hemorrhoids the size of tennis balls are better than you, Gerrit. A pile of shit--literal shit--is better than you.
How many times have I kicked your ass and shattered your dreams? Five. Five and 0, an open palm and a goose egg.
But you keep coming back for more, dontcha? You love it. You need it. You crave it. You're a masochist for punishment. A lost soul, searching for the age old answer of the meaning of life--and I am your closure. Those women that haunt your dreams? They are a microcosm of me. They are the embodiment of the jealousy you feel every time I pin your useless shoulders to the mat for the three count, or leave you laying bloody in a heap. You keep coming back to me because I am the only one who makes you see your true self. Everyone here in the WGWF is too busy patting you on the back and telling you how much you mean to the company, how much of an asset you are, how much you've improved.
Open mouth, insert dick. Every time Chris Page walks into the room. You look like you got face fucked and then wondered why he stopped.
They will never tell you the truth like I do, Gerrit, because they know you'll never believe them. Instead, they'll continue to let you make a fool of yourself and rake in the profits. You beat JMont.....that's the hill you want to die on? A fluke win against an overrated egomaniac who isn't even the biggest name in his own group.......but that was your Super Bowl. Why wouldn't they exploit it?
It's just good business.
But me, Gerrit, I've always been different with ya, haven't I? I've always told you how it is. Told you how pathetic you are. Told you that you'll never amount to anything. I said it, and I proved it. Time and time again. The Jenny Myst hill has been your Mount Everest and as long as I have been employed in the same office as you, you've had something to chase. Something to make you feel whole. Something to give you purpose. But that's all it's ever been, isn't it Gerrit? A chase.
Then a match. A loss. An image and gimmick change. A crawl out of hiding. A chase....rinse and repeat.
The Messiah? Followers? The only thing that follows you is that horrible stench of failure.
That Jesus died for his sins. This Jesus drinks toilet water.
I understand the need to feel like you matter. I understand running back to toxicity because it's the only thing you recognize in this cruel world. I understand needing the pain of the past to paint the future.....but I also understand moving forward. I've cleansed my soul, I've come to terms. You're still hiding from your own reflection. You want so badly to take Miriam from me not because you want to be champion--you've done that in the minor leagues--but because you want so badly for ME not to be champion. You hope that maybe if you keep chugging along like the little engine that could and pull a win out of your ass that I'd respect you, like you. Hell, maybe even love you.
Hey, at least it would get the nightmares to stop.
But let me say this for hopefully the last time. You can't beat me. You will never beat me. As long as I am breathing you will always be my inferior. You will always be chasing what I have, and I will always be standing over your carcass with bloody lips and a mouthful of your innards. So take it for what it is, be happy with you've got. The chase is what keeps you whole, and Jenny Myst is what breaks you into pieces all over again.
This is a puzzle you can never complete.
Dominus vobiscum."
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