Post by Goth on Mar 2, 2024 17:47:21 GMT -5
Sweet Emotion
Tick, Tock
An old fashioned clock is standing in the living room of Goth and Melissa’s apartment in Manhattan, New York. The lights are off as we hear the door to the living room open, followed by the turning on of the light as Goth can be seen having turned on the light switch. He has a tired look on his face as he has not slept well for several days now, nightmares of this Elizabeth Ashe haunting him under the Virgin Mary personification has troubled him. The shaking of his body tells us that he is visibly not under control of his body and senses before dropping down upon the nearest couch. Raising his hands to his forehead, rubbing his temples while letting out a loud groan.
“Oh fuck…, when will this stop??”[/color]
He lets out a moan, struggling against the sleep that is building inside of him. Reaching for the remote control, turning on the television in an attempt to keep his senses awake. But he quickly realizes that he cannot even focus on the television as it is nothing but boring news items.
“Great, nothing interesting.”
He leans his head backwards, holding his hands upon his face as he starts to massage his face. The thoughts runs back to the first moment that he had a vision, recognizing his old rival of Elizabeth Ashe haunting him. Wondering why she had taken the identity of the Virgin Mary, had he gone too far with his personification concerning the identity that he fully believes in that he is the Messiah.
“Bullshit…”
He grinds his teeth before shaking his head, of course that cannot be it. He is the highest entity in the world, people should kneel down before his feet and kiss his boots. He has already accepted the role of a leader, something that he feels that is lacking in WGWF and pro wrestling in general…. But a loss to Jenny Myst on the second night of the DPI had caused a lot of issues to evolve inside his head.
“GET OUT OF MY HEAD BITCH!!!!”
He screams out of frustration, he knows that Melissa isn’t at home as it causes him to let out a sigh. Relieved on one point that he knows that there won’t be any questions bugging him, but on the other end he desired to feel her soft arms wrap around his waist as he could start to cry out in her arms.
“Crying?? I’m the Messiah of Pain for crying out loud, I cannot allow emotions like sadness take control over me.”
He suddenly hears the door open, he lets out a groan as the thought of Melissa entering the apartment came to mind.
“You are such a pussy Gerrit…”
He snaps his head back towards where the familiar voice came from, staring at the amused look of the woman that has been haunting him as of late.
“I’m going to kill you!!!”
He jumps out of the sofa, falling over his feet as he stumbles across the floor. Causing loud laughter to be heard from the vampire woman that mocks him while pointing her finger towards him.
“You are so pathetic…, you cannot kill what isn’t here.”
The words causes him to wonder whether this is another vision or whether she is really there, he bumps his head softly against the floor, cursing at himself for having an imaginary figure troubling him this much.
“Get out of my head….”
“Tsk, tsk Gerrit, you forgot the magic word…”
The vampire woman walks over towards the sofa that he was seated a few moments ago, he watches her every movement while digging his knuckles against the floor as he slowly tries to push himself off the floor. The thought of the tiredness has vanished all of the sudden.
He has gotten to his feet, stares at the woman that is wearing clothes that he remembered from pictures in his youth Bible books, remembering how the Jewish people clothed during this era including the sandals. He stares at her for a few moments before charging at her, jumping towards the laughing woman as she vanishes at the very end and he crashes awkwardly upon the floor with his left shoulder crashing into the wall.
“Was that meant to “kill me” Gerrit??”
She asks with a sinister look on her face as she stands at Goth’s side, leaning downwards towards him as she grabs him by the hair and yanks his face off the ground. This moment causes him to wonder how she could touch him, yet he had jumped right through a vanishing act. But the thought quickly subsides as he feels her sharp nails of her other hand scratch his throat before starting to choke him with her immense power.
“This…., can’t….., be…, real….”
He struggles to say as his hands grabs the wrist of the vampire, trying to pry it off his throat unsuccessfully as she increases the pressure around his throat and Adams apple that slowly feels like being crushed under her tight grip.
“Remember the days that I felt helpless against you Gerrit? Oh yeah, I remember. But I vowed to get my revenge and boy, I am enjoy every single moment of it Messiah”
She mocks him with the Messiah reference, he starts to gargle as words are impossible to be mentioned. He lifts his arms towards her face, causing it to slowly start to fade in front of his eyes. He quickly realizes that the lack of oxygen is causing his vision to decrease. He feels his heart becoming irregular, causing his face to start and sweat while feeling a certain cold sensation running down his spine.
“Let go of me….”
He somehow manages to mutter, feeling a trickle of blood flowing from his throat Ashe’s thumb starts to dig into his flesh. This causes panic to set in, his right arm drops to the floor as he desperately tries to grab hold of something and feels his walking cane that he had placed against the wall that he had placed the same moment that he had walked into the room. He then starts to whack it towards where the blurred vision of his eyes had remembered where Ashe had been.
He hears a thud, someone drops down to the floor as his eyes darkens as the lack of oxygen had caused his brain to shut down for seemingly five minutes.
Moments later
“Wh…. What happened???”
He groans softly, running his hands towards his head as he feels a massive headache as well as if his throat had vomited a thousand times. He slowly lifts his hand towards his throat, softly massaging it as the sickening sensation slowly subsides. The memories of what had happened slowly comes back into his mind, the angering thought of the vampire once again stalking him again angers him once more. He looks around the room, noticing that nobody is there beside him as his cane is against the wall where he had originally left it.
“Did I just dream all of this??”
He asks while scratching his head, he notices the door open as we see Jebediah and Melissa walk in. They have a questionable look on their faces when they notice Goth seated on the floor shaking his head.
“Don’t ask…., I barely can believe it myself…”
He mutters, clearly frustrated over being caught by his wife and his reverend. Noticing the concerned look on his wife’s face causes him to roll his eyes before embracing her as she kneels by his side. He looks at Jebediah, who gives him a nod towards the kitchen as Goth nods his head. Knowing already that his reverend will bring them something to drink while he can start to think about an explanation that would make either of them to believe him, knowing that it will be close to impossible.
“There’s so much I need to tell Melissa.”
He says with a heavy sigh, realizing that this is something beyond his control and needs both her love and Jebediah’s religious knowledge to battle this.
To be continued
Several moments later
Goth is seated at the dinner table as Melissa has started to make dinner as Jebediah is starting to talk into Goth, trying to console him with advice while Goth is barely listening. His thoughts are at the thought why the vision somehow connected to something he endured a while ago… Just he cannot figure out what it meant.
“The divine mother Mary is warning you my friend!! She is warning for that…..”
Goth’s thoughts drift off, he already knew that he would run his mouth about Jenny Myst. The Television champion that he had assaulted on the last Brawl, where they had kidnapped Amby to get under the skin of Jenny Myst for their title match at the DPI. And for some reason he had lost, for some reason their plan had failed…. A thought that he could not stand….
“Failure…”
“What my Lord???”[/color]
Goth cocks his eyes towards Jebediah, realizing that he had overheard him speaking his mind without paying attention towards his reverend. Goth rolls his eyes before lifting his hands towards his painful head.
“Nothing…, I just need time to collect my thoughts….”
Silence
“Alone”
The final word is directed towards both Jebediah but also Melissa, who had turned her head overhearing him saying he needed time to think. Worried that he would do something stupid as Goth walks up to her, kisses her on the forehead and attempts to reassure her that he wouldn’t. he looks over at Jebediah and tells him to get their jackets as he wanted to go for a walk.
Melissa smiles relieved, feeling assured that Goth would at least not walk off alone. Jebediah returns with their jackets as the two men leave Goth’s apartment a few moments later as they are heading towards the elevator.
“Sweet…. Emotion….”
Goth says as he doesn’t even need to turn his attention towards Jebediah to know that his reverend is watching him with a knowing face, realizing that Goth is going to give a personal sermon towards his next opponent.
“Ever seen that clip Taylor?? I bet you are far too young to know that there was a more to this band before they had a hit with Run DMC. But I guess you won’t be even aware that this band existed either…”
He smirks for a moment, stepping inside the elevator as the door opens for him and Jebediah. He waits for the doors to close behind him before turning around and sighs.
“But then again, what do you know? Like the question whether you are aware of whether you are aware of what you are going to get yourself into at Brawl?? I bet you have seen me lose to Jenny didn’t you?? Does that give you the courage to hope for a miracle win???”
He closes his fists, tensing his arms for a few moments before letting out a sigh and relaxes. He lifts his hands towards his hair and readjusts it, noticing that it has been a mess. Wondering why nobody had said anything about it.
“You see my pretty, I already decided to go Old Testament vicious on whomever that would step foot inside the ring with me. A thought that gives me sweet and emotional chills down my spine, causing me to look back to my past and what helped me through my younger years… Especially when puberty hit.”
His eyes moves over to Jebediah for a moment, smirking as he sees Jebediah wanting to make a protest. Only for him to remain silent, realizing that it is better for him to wait for the right moment to speak.
“Steven Tyler, the man with the largest mouth in Rock history. A gift that I am sure that most men would have killed to have, but wouldn’t know what to do with it even if they got that “gift”. And it’s a “gift” from me to you to teach you a welcome that you would make you regret to sign your name on that dotted line. Because you just didn’t sealed your faith of getting physical pain, but also mental. I am going to dig deep inside that skull of yours, seeking for answers that you never knew that existed. Why I am not the Television champion for instance, because you are only focused upon getting inside that squared circle with me and do some acrobatic tricks to entertain the masses.”
“While on my side, I want to sink my fingers inside your skull and pull out your hopes and dreams, swap them with the reality that your sweet emotions is nothing but a lie. Being portrayed by a con artist that tells all the beautiful things that you can achieve…, merely by signing your name on that contract and sell your soul.”
“And all I have to do is to hurt you Taylor, to hurt you in order for you to remember that there is a 30 day clause of rethinking of whether you wish to remain a permanent spot on the WGWF roster. Because if you do, I will promise you that I will create a permanent spot on the canvas that cleaning appliances can’t remove.”
“Just like the girl in the clip asks Billy, what are you going to do to me?? Creating a sexual fantasy that poor little Billy knows that he could never find in real life. And that’s what exactly is wrong with the lies that has been told to you, this isn’t a fantasy. This is merely an orgasmic desire of me RIPPING every fantasy of you achieving glorious things out of your stinking skull. Because when I see you, I just can’t stop thinking about turning you into a good little Catholic school girl and teach her to be wholesome and real… Just like I am trying to do to Jenny. You think that this between her and me is over???”
He cocks his head towards Jebediah, who shows his golden front teeth as he shakes his head in disagreement.
“You see Taylor, once I have got my mind set on something or someone. I just tend to not let go, I just tend to be like a shark… wait patiently for that little drop of blood that causes my hunger to become insatiable…”
He smirks as he runs his fingers over his mouth before uttering out an infamous line of a movie.
“A Censor-taker once tried to test me, I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.”
He finishes the sentence with the sound Anthony Hopkins made towards Jody Foster in the classic Silence Of The Lambs movie.
“Oh no, I’m not a Hannibal Lecter sweetie, I won’t eat you in the literal sense of the word. But I will make you want to wish that I eat away all the hopes of ever achieving ANYTHING in this business. I will eat away any careless thought of being on top of the Lord that is the Messiah of Pain. And send a message towards my sweet little Jenny, who desperately tries to find a way to navigate her a way towards Amby… Sweet little Amby hates her mommy Taylor… And she hates little girls as well that wishes to take my spot as Amby’s motivation… Amby’s inspiration… And Amby is the key to end Jenny’s insanity.”
Goth words stop as the elevator doors has reopened, walking out to the ground floor as Goth directs his attention towards the doors to the outside streets.
“I did tell you that I would go Old Testament like violent upon you right? I don’t want you to think I have forgotten to explain my promise to you. You see during the Old Testament, people wanted to anything to please The Lord. And one of the things was to sacrifice ANYTHING that they could get their hands upon, trying to please HE who has always preached to be a humble God…. “
“How foolish to think that a sacrifice of a sheep, or even at a certain point of attempt to sacrifice a living child to please HIM is beyond my reach. But when your name came up, I just had to seek out whether I should just try to do something classical to get my mind back upon the right direction. And you my child?? You are just at the wrong place at the right time. And all you have to do to avoid this predicament is to convince me otherwise. Perhaps you could be my Honey to your Billy… And I will quickly convince you that I am not a 26 year Beverly Hills Entertainment Lawyer… But I do take pleasure in entertaining me by dropping you onto the canvas with some Sinful Confessions. Now wouldn’t that be such a Sweet Emotions Jebediah??”
Jebediah nods his head.
“Yes Lord, it would indeed.”
“See Taylor?? I have thought of everything, I even cared about your personal feelings. But sadly for you not in the way you want. Because you as my Honey won’t be able to get to the point whether I am a good little boy… I am the end of your career… and the beginning of my eventual reign as Television Champion. And all I have to do is to sacrifice your career for the good cause that is…. The Sweet Emotions of the Messiah Of Pain…”
“Are you ready to be hurt in order to be healed my dear??”
Goth opens the doors as he and Jebediah walk off, ending the shot as the camera’s fade to darkness.
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