Post by goth on Sept 30, 2023 15:52:33 GMT
“Welcome to our Funeral home”
Says the employee of the Crestwood funeral home located in Manhattan, New York towards the guest, a man with long hair tied up in a ponytail. The figure is wearing a black Armani suit while holding on to a walking cane with a silver skull on top of it. The figure smiles as the employee extends his hand and suggests to walk to sit down to discuss his arrival.
“How may I help you Mr….??”
The man hands him a card, causing the employee to lower his gaze upon the card as he starts to read up loud.
“The Messiah… Of… Pain???”
There’s a questionable look upon his face as the figure lifts his hand towards his face, rubbing the hand across his face while letting out a smirk. His dark eyes pierce into those of the employee before letting out a sigh before lifting both hands upwards in an apologetic fashion.
“Forgive me for the unexpected approach, I do not wish to startle you with a sign of aggression. Yet I am here not for personal reasons, I am here for a business proposal.”
He leans back, straightens his tie while staring at the other man with a smirk upon his face as the employee has a puzzled look on his face.
“Business proposal?? What kind of proposal do you have in mind??”
Goth looks down his tie, finishes straightening it before tugging at his jacket before looking back at the man in front of him. He drops his left hand upon the table and starts to softly tap the table, noticing the clueless look from the much younger man and nods his head.
“I know that in your line of work it is rather uncommon to discuss business transactions when it comes down to….”
He gazes over the space where they are seated, admiring some of the most expensive and rather imposing caskets. His gaze remains on one for a few moments before turning his attention back to the younger man.
“To…, how should I say this….”
The young man becomes nervous, wondering whether he is dealing with Candid Camera or a nutcase
“Say what???”
Goth leans against the seat, wrapping his arms across his chest for a moment and nods his head in understanding.
“I plan to show my respect to a man that is very near and dear to my heart Mr…..?”
“Williams, Peter Williams…”
Says Peter without blinking, his eyes never lose focus on the man that slowly leans forward as he almost gets face to face with the younger man in front of him.
“Listen Peter, you don’t mind me calling you that do you?”
“I…”
“I’m glad, you see I prefer dealings like these to be formal instead of you just wanting to draw as much of money from my imploding bank account”
“But…”
Goth places a hand on top of the younger man, giving him a reassuring nod with his head and smile while putting a finger to his mouth in order to silence him.
“My mother always taught me when grown ups talk, you better listen and keep your mouth shut.”
Peter tries to answer, but something inside him refrains him from doing so. Allowing Goth to pat him on the hand as he leans back in his seat and pulls out a package out of his jacket and places it on the table, causing Peter to stare at it with a certain kind of curiosity.
“You see Peter, this is a complicated situation. You see, I have an opportunity to slam a casket lid shut upon a man that has given me the opportunity to revive my career in a fashion I never assumed was possible. I have an opportunity to prove a point that even with all of his accomplishments in our fied, something I do want to point out that it is quite a lot to rest. Something only those who are most deservingly are entitled to show them their final respect.”
Goth reaches inside his other pocket inside his jacket and places a pair of scissors down next to the package.
“You really must love this individual to give him a final send off that he deserves. I…”
Goth shakes his head no, allowing a smirk to cross his lips as Peter looks on in astonishment as Goth grabs the pair of scissors and cuts open the package before returning the pair of scissors back into his pocket.
“In our business love is futile dear sir, in our business it’s either kill or be killed to reach the top. Now I know that you wish to create a sentimental occasion for those who are being left behind by the deceased. But that’s the point my friend, this man is very alive and will be after I seal the deal with a closed casket lid. But I want him to understand that in our last business encounter, being a one on one situation mind you. Was an occasion where he undoubtedly to this very day has nightmares about, where he has to look himself in the mirror every single morning where he wakes up. Asking himself this very question Peter…., what if???”
He lowers his head for a moment, allowing his eyes to look down upon the very expensive watch that he is sporting before looking back up to Peter.
“You see Peter, I cannot have a man question himself what IF for a second time, not in my line of work. I cannot have a man believe that he MAY have or MAY not have given it his all against me, because that would have besmirched my already great legacy. And I cannot have that happen to me before that day comes that I can retire and enjoy the life of fatherhood…. Do I make you understand son??”
Peter swallows hard as he notices the aura on Goth’s face suddenly changing into a darker one, pulling back the hand he suddenly remembered was still on the table after being grabbed by Goth.
“I understand sir, can I perhaps enquire what profession you two know each other from?? In case we need to give the casket a personalized touch?? I…”
Goth smiles as his hands enters the package once more and pulls out a picture as he lays it down for Peter to see a man he recognizes from television.
“Chronic Chris Page?? Are you…
”Goth smirks, realizing that this is somebody that has watched some wrestling, but still is unfamiliar to his legacy.
“Say, aren’t you that Goth guy???”
Or so he has been mistaken, causing him to place both hands underneath his chin and remain silent for a few moments before finally giving in with a smirk.
“I knew I recognized you from somewhere!!!”
Goth allows the fanatism of the youngster explode over his face, he recognizes that he cannot be any older than 18 or 19 years old.
“He and Robert Main kicked the shit out of you and Ragnarok at the 1 year anniversary show, I..”
The smirk has faded upon Goth’s face, causing Peter to suddenly grow quiet as his dark eyes stares a hole into his soul.
“Indeed they both did a wonderful job my friend, yet I guess you have not paid any attention to details have you??”
“What are you talking about?? They…”
“They allowed to increase the question of one “Chronic” Chris Page my dear young friend, have you already forgotten what I have told you???”
We can see Peter turn his head sideways for a moment, trying to remember everything that that has transpired prior to this moment before looking up puzzled.
“I have never seen a match prior to that one….
“Such a shame…, in order words…. What you have not seen, did not happen???”
Peter tries to answer, but Goth cuts him off
“Chronic Chris Page has been in nearly every single company known to mankind and then some, the man has held world title after world title everywhere he went… and then some. And yet, the man fled the realms of Sin City Wrestling as anonymous as he came. And you know why little Peter?? Of course not, you probably have just picked up wrestling since leaving home haven’t you??”
“I….”
“Hypothetically obviously my little friend, you should not partake everything I speak off to the highest of high and be so sensitive. Because sensitivity is the weak link that I do not ALLOW!!! Because even a recent Brawl show showed me what would happen if I allow it to get too personal…”
He grinds his teeth for a moment, seemingly to be lost in his own thoughts before snapping out of it and grins.
“But that’s enough about me, let’s just discuss the reason why I am here…”
His hand enters the package once more, grabbing a piece of document and hands it over towards Peter. Allowing him to look down upon it as it that features the card for the first round of The Porter Games, his eyes move down the card until it stops at the third match on the card.
“A casket Match between “Chronic” Chris Page against….”
He looks up towards the man that sits in front of him.
“Goth…”
“You mean “The Messiah of Pain” Goth right??”
He smirks as he pulls out a credit card from the package and holds it in his left hand.
“I do hope you understand that a man of his stature….”
“Wait…, why do you refer to him?? It could also be you that….”
Goth interrupts Peter with authority in his voice that startles Peter.
“A man of HIS stature deserves something beyond the ordinary casket that could be identified as nothing more than a few planks surrounding a body. Oh no, I wish to purchase the most expensive and most luxurious casket that you own. And hell, if you cannot meet my expectations then I demand you to create a personalized casket for the one and only Chris Page… A man that won’t ever ask himself that same question ever again…. What if?? Because that thought will be erased from his mind permanently when I slam that lid shut!!!”
Goth starts to squeeze the credit card tightly between his fingers as his anger is starting to grow inside of him, the sudden burst of anger causes him to back off in shock.
“I want you to find a casket that is usually meant for royalties, presidential burials and other important people. I don’t care about expenses or anything else, because damnit…, Chris Page will understand that he won’t deserve what he will be receiving.”
This causes Peter to look up at him with a questionable look on his face.
“But why would you go to this extend if you feel he doesn’t deserve it?”
The question produces an intriguing smile upon Goth’s face as he places his credit card down upon the table.
“I have my personal reasons my dear Peter, reasons that I will soon reveal towards the legendary Chris Page. But like I have mentioned in the beginning of our wonderful conversation, this is strictly business. And with that only his eyes and ears will subdue. So instead of you doing a terrible job of inquiring information of the why, why don’t we just go and investigate the most expensive line of caskets that you got in stock.”
Goth gives Peter a win as both men slowly rise from their seats and walk off towards the line of caskets that they have to offer as the shot fades.
*Th Perfect Fit*
We come back as we see someone from the Crestwood Funeral Home working on a casket, hammering a long nail in the corner of the casket in order to connect the two sides with each other as we see Goth seated at a table a few feet away from the casket maker. He is drinking a glass of wine as we see a vase of flowers next to him on the table that people would normally throw on top of a casket before it is lowered inside a grave. Goth’s eyes are watching the every move of the casket maker, who turns his attention towards the lid of the casket upon a separate table. The man grabs a wood shaving tool to start alter some of the shapes on the lid as Goth takes a sip from the glass of wine.
“Welcome to you unsuspected viewers, but mostly to you “Chronic” Chris Page. Welcome to a behind the scenes look of what could be expected in the fist round encounter between yours truly and CCPE’s own Chris Page.”
He takes another sip from the glass of wine, before gently placing it down on the table in front of the vase of flowers. He watches pieces of wood being sliced off the lid in order to create the designated shape, allowing the camera to view the fascination being etched on his face.
“Once I had learned that the distinguished Denzel Porter was about to start the Porter Games, it was a no brainer for me to sign up. Especially over the fact that my injury had prevented me from participating in the DPI. And once I had learned off the list of participants, I could not help but have my eyes set upon a few possible dream matches. But to be graced with the opportunity to face “chronic” Chris Page? Especially this early after our encounter in a tag team match at the 1-year anniversary of Monday Night Brawl??? I realized that the Heavens have parted the clouds, send down angels to sing their hymns in my glory…. As I just simply looked on and saw that it was all good.”
He smirks as he unties the tail that held his hair tight together, shaking his head from left to right as it ultimately falls down nicely over his shoulders.
“And just to think the backstory that both me and him could tell about each other, the historical facts that we could spew out with all the profanity known to man. Profanity that would even make Joe Montuori grow a sense of shame upon his facial features, will make you understand that this match would make anything else look pale in comparison.”
He leans his back against the wall that the table stood up against, gently resting the back of his head against the hard fabric of the wall as his eyes watch every move that the man in front of him makes.
“I am kind of a traditionalist, I wanted something special for you Chris. Yet I could not find anything that could fit my expectations for you, the question remains what may that be??”
He witnesses the man cut off some more wood from the lid as he starts to notice a beginning of what he had in mind and grins.
“And where a Joe Montuori would tell the world that you are an embarrassment of this industry, that you are too old and cannot compete anymore. A complete delusional view of life isn’t it Chris?? But don’t you worry, just like what happened to him against Peter Vaughn will once again happen when our paths cross. A match that I have been seeking for ages, months of having to sit back and shake my head of frustrations!!! And all that surrounds us, as if that common connection has brought us together to this very moment. Wouldn’t you agree??”
“And yet, I know the instant gut feeling that is burning inside of you. That feeling of having to bite on your tongue when it comes down to your legacy huh? The greatest wrestler of all time, the man that has faced them all and has beat them….. all??”
He starts to wave his finger as he smirks over that final comment.
“You seek that legacy don’t you?? That legacy of being the very best, being ranked up there on Mount Rushmore of the greatest talkers and walkers. And yet, are you?? Are you truly that man Chris?? Or are you just trying to live up to an expectations that YOU KNOW!!! That you cannot live up to. And when you think back to the name that is Goth? What does that do to you Page???”
He reaches over towards the vase of flowers, runs his fingers across the top of the flowers. Feeling the soft fabric before dropping his hand and shake his head in disappointment.
“such a change in demeaner isn’t it?? Where you walk around with your chest pumped forward in confidence, is where I have been fighting for the recognition that I have felt that is missing in my career over the past several years. Only to be gratified to a man like Mac Bane, who welcomed me into his group with open arms. A man that saw potential, a man that could not believe the disrespect that I was receiving on everyone surrounding that very same company where we were at. And we both saw the end result of that trust don’t we chris??? So much where YOU recognized an opportunity to take a chance, picking up a veteran that knows the wheeling and dealing of what happens in and outside the ring. RESPECT is key for both of us… But does that mean I will lay down for you in this match Chris??”
He smirks as he notices that the man grabs a hammer and chisel and starts to carve something inside the casket as Goth nods his head in approval.
“Seeing how things progress with the artistry of the casket improves, makes me realize that nicety needs to end Page and where business steps in. Just like I tried to tell pitiful Peter in the hopes of him getting a small slip up of the tongue.”
He wipes the back of his hand across his mouth before taking a sip from of wine
“Business, that’s right Page… it’s all business. Not the young pun ass bitch like J Mont that wishes to take his claim as being the next top dog in the wrestling company. Because lets be honest for a moment, J Mont is nothing more than a little dog in heat, humping your own damn leg!! And that’s the type of wrestlers that you can sin your teeth into isn’t it Page??”
He shakes his head in disbelief, whispering something that the microphone cannot pick up before turning his head sideways and looks into the camera from the corner of his eye.
“It’s why J Mont tried to permanently injure me isn’t it Page?? Because after our match during CCPE vs. the World was a win for me in defeat wasn’t it?? It was THE match of the show that made Mont an afterthought during the Main Event Match. It made you notice me, it made YOU see dollar signs and sign me while having foam drooling out of your mouth like a rabid fucking dog. And that’s where you were blinded to the greatness that you got to witness every single day when we worked out Page. You came to Sin City Wrestling, joining the company in the hope that you could have put on an air of admiration to come down out of my pours… And all what you got was the truth!! The truth that I am the blue print of your entire current career. Being an owner of a company, being a leader of a group of wrestlers that dominates the wrestling world…. And all you do without you even knowing is imitating the Gothfather…. Such a shame Chris…”
He growls as he repeats the words over and over again.
“The Gothfather, yeah that’s right. I went there Page, I went to the point where I gave everyone an offer they could not refuse. And if they were stupid enough to do so?? Then I made them drown to them to the bottom of the sea that was there careers…. And did you notice a similarity to us Chris when we faced?? I made you leave the ring out of shame, I outwrestled you, I outperformed you. Hell…, I made the crowd gasp in silence and make them realize that they have dreamt of The Dream Match of all time dream matches… And all that what they got to witness was a wrestling disappointment. And if that was a casket match that we were in, I am sure that you would just crawl over towards the casket and close that damn lid shut!!! You have watched me change since I returned haven’t you Page?? You have witnessed me turning into a cold and calculated son of a bitch. And that man that beat you last year isn’t even close to the man that I am today…. And that’s why you ran off wasn’t it Chris?? Hide under the fact that you reopened your biggest wet dream of the WGHWF… Hoping that you would be safe from me???”
He smirks as he shakes his head no as he closes his eyes for a moment
“I hope you can find someone to assist you to the ring Page, I hope you can look someone of the remaining roster of CCPE in the eyes and beg them to help you. I hope that you can work on my sympathy, begging me to let you walk out of the arena on your own two feet after the match has ended…. But you have to look me into the eyes and see the reality is staring you back in the eyes Page.”
He motions towards the camera to come closer as the look on his face darkens
“I took pride in beating you Page, I took pride in realizing that I came on top of being in the Icon vs. Icon match. I have to admit that I was psyched up leading up to our match, yet I cannot lie Chris. Every single day that we came closer I realized that you couldn’t deliver. And I got disgusted by that Page, I got disgusted over the mere fact that you were unable to live up to the hype. It made me wonder whether you took me seriously Page, it made me wonder whether you even deserved it to be in my presence!!!”
He digs his knuckles against the sides of his head, groaning loud as it causes the man working on the lid stop for a moment and turns around to watch him.
“I have no intention to be hyped up for you anymore Page, I have no desire to look forward to our match besides slamming that casket lid shut before your begging eyes. I would be a hypocrite if I told the world that it would be an honour to deliver that final nail upon that casket and listen to the breathing to decrease. Because to me it is just another day in the office that so happens to be the wrestling ring Page.”
“I know that you will come out and talk a good game, I know that you try to lure me into making mistakes and try to defend myself. But the problem for you is Chris, there’s nothing for me to defend…. There’s nothing for me to take pride from except for me ending that dream of yours for avenging your loss that you suffered at the hands of my former self… Because I am turning that dream into a nightmare, a nightmare that you will wake up late at night. Bathed in a puddle of your own sweat and tears, to have to tell your wife an excuse that there’s nothing wrong with you every single time that she looks up at you and ask with a voice of deep concern. It’s a haunting thought isn’t it Chris??”
Goth turns his attention towards the man that has stopped working on the casket lid and asks him why he had stopped? Causing him to realize that he better should not pay too much attention of what is going on behind him and starts to work on the casket lid once again.
“You see that Chriss?? I have the whole world in the palm of my hands, I control everyone’s destiny. I take my legacy of being the Messiah of Pain oh so seriously my friend, because I cannot turn back again and be the nice Goth that you once remembered Chris. The days of sympathy and respect has died when I was forced to carry that cross upon my back Chris… I was forced to die for all of your sins, the sins of you, J Montuori hell even those who I love. I was forced to put on that one single match that people have not stopped wondering why? Why are you wearing that mask to the ring Goth???”
Goth grabs the mask and holds it in front of his eyes and stares at it patiently, we see the thorns on the front of the forehead as it resembles the thorn crown that Jesus was forced to wear.
“Look into the darkness of the soul Chris, look at the emptiness of a man that has had enough. Look at how this would change everyone’s perspective on life in its entirety just by staring into the void. They often say that you will know when the Reaper is going to collect its reward, that there’s nothing you can do to prevent him from cashing in??”
He cocks his head to the side, letting the mask turn a few inches so that he can admire the wires that hold it all together.
“Oh sure, it may come down to a day, possibly a few. But ultimately you know that the Reaper will one day come knocking on your door and collect what is his Chris, something that you will start to understand during the first round of the Porter Games. Now people may argue that this shouldn’t be happening this soon, but I know deep down inside our hearts we both know that it should huh Chris?? Because we are the type of wrestlers that cannot share the spotlight with each other, we are the type of guys that cannot have the world once again start to wonder whether this could be a dream match come true.”
He turns his gae towards the camera for a few moments as he slowly starts to move the mask closer to his face without putting it on.
“Because history has already told us that it has become a foregone conclusion Chris…, you cannot undo a first impression. Especially when it comes down to the millions and millions who had been watching on that faithful night Chris. You may be able to make one or two believers out of these fools, but you cannot undo when you stare me in the eyes Chris. Because this time there is no Robert Main that could elevate THE FACT that you have become a one hit wonder Chris. World title for the Entity or not…., because I own you Chris. I owned you and have carried you ever since as I allowed you to be standing side by side with me. But I knew the day would come that you would be making that same mistake once more, to be drawn back inside the ring because of all the wrong reasons!!! Was it greed Chris?? Or was it jealousy that constantly creeps inside your brain every time you watch me perform?? Is it the doubt that creeps in until you watch me perform against Joe Montuori at the Cannabis Cup in that Street Fight where you just want to know whether you could go toe to toe with me?? Or is it the mere fact that you want to be just like Adam and Eve? Being lured to eat from the forbidden fruit?? In the hope to ever come to the level of my own abilities and surpass it???”
“A lie is a dangerous weapon Chris, a lie is nothing more than a mere excuse in order for anyone not to accept their fate. I already handed you a defeat, but you had to find out once more didn’t you??”
Goth looks up and witnesses the man to have carved the final spot into the lid before securing it on top of the casket as Goth watch him closing and opening the casket a few times.
“I am going to put an end to it Chris, I am going to put an end of you wanting to find out by closing the lid on your doubts. And I know that you will thank me, because in the end…. There can only be one to advance…. And that my friend…. is the Messiah of Pain….”
With that Goth puts on the mask and bursts out in laughter as the shot slowly turns towards the casket, zooming on the lid as we see the name “Chris Page” carved on top of it.
The end.
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