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| Topic Started: Jan 5 2018, 04:21 AM (64 Views) | |
| Team Desire | Jan 5 2018, 04:21 AM Post #1 |
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SCW's Queen of Queens/The Goddess of Desire
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Gothfather vs. Aaron Blackbourne 2 RP Limit for singles matches; 4 RP Limit for tag team matches; Deadline: Noon ET Tuesday, January 9, 2018 |
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| Ruppy | Jan 9 2018, 07:40 AM Post #2 |
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That Caring, Creative Soul Sitting In the Corner
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It was easy to believe that the End of the Year Special and it’s ridiculous open invitational match could be considered a failure for everyone not named Dylan Howell. After all, the only reason SCW annihilated a record for how many participants entered the match this year wasn’t simply the money or the car, but also the fact that the Adrenaline Title was on the line, and countless souls emerged from the abyss hoping to make a colossal impact right out of the gate. Only one could prevail, however, and that honor went to a man who had been chasing that title for so long, albeit in what many would call an unhealthy fashion. This left everyone else to wander off licking their wounds, those from elsewhere hoping to forget they took part at all and resume their normal lives while those bound to SCW simply hoped to shift gears towards what the new year would offer them. Aaron Blackbourne, however, was not like any of these people. As far as he was concerned, the final night of 2017 was a success for him. As much as winning all of those prizes would’ve been nice, Aaron entered the invitational with one goal in mind: introduce SCW to the depths of his creativity for the very first time and gauge the reaction. Admittedly, he was surprised at how well things turned out as the fans seemed to take to the Cerberus being unleashed and what it had been capable of throughout the course of the match, and the spectacle had even left the ‘organizers’ of the revamped match so shell shocked that they didn’t even bother to try and tell him he couldn’t take part on the absurd grounds of ‘not being sexy enough.’ Sure, one of the ‘organizers’ ended up eliminating him ultimately, but he was just as much a part of the match and couldn’t be faulted for taking advantage of the opening he found to eliminate the beast. But nothing could stop the rumblings once he’d returned to the locker room, most of the paint having long since faded from his body in the heat of battle but the spirit of the demonic creature enduring all the way up to the very end. They were impressed by his performance. They were in awe of his entrance and appearance. They said he had all the makings of SCW’s next big star. It had been a few days since that night, and the chatter continued to play through Aaron’s mind on an endless loop, much like when he listened to music after finding a particular song to accompany a project. He didn’t want to put himself on that high of a pedestal, feeling flattered that so many in the company already were thinking that way of him when the ink spelling out his name on the contract was only dry for a few hours at that point. He was humble and observant enough to know that too much self-praise often lead to complacency, and that very word was the antithesis of everything he poured his heart and soul into. Simply introducing a global audience to what his mind and body were both capable of and enjoying the positive reception was success enough, as every journey had to start with a single step. The question was a simple one: when would he be allowed to grace the ring again? It was no surprise that initially it would seem like he’d be waiting patiently for a number of weeks. After all, word was that the first few cards of 2018 had been finalized long before many in the invitational had even expressed their desire to surface, and he couldn’t fault the company for making any last minute changes now to compensate for new arrivals in the eleventh hour. At the very least, while others would be eagerly chomping at the bit and giving the front office no reprieve from the phone calls begging to be slotted in somewhere, he had plenty to keep himself occupied until he got the call. As the days passed he’d already completed a movie poster design he felt inspired to do to help advertise what many called the biggest wrestling match in history, as well as indulged in said match and the rest of the incredible show it was a part of as new inspiration began to grow inside of him for down the line. He’d even taken to working on a couple of stories he’d been meaning to write, shifting his creative focus from what could be expressed in pictures to what you could visualize through the words before your very eyes. It was while he was working on one such story involving an idea he’d been toying with using his own concepts of space pirates that he found himself momentarily distracted by a new e-mail, the notification forcing his gaze away from the document he’d been typing in to his minor annoyance. Still, it was probably for the best if he checked it to get it out of the way, and that’s when the following text greeted him: Greetings Mr. Blackbourne, We apologize that this is on relatively short notice, but a match on one of the upcoming Breakdown cards needs to be altered due to a participant requesting and being granted a leave of absence from the company for personal reasons. Given your impressive performance in the open invitational match you were our first choice to replace Stacy Kissinger as the scheduled opponent for The Gothfather on the January 10th edition of SCW Breakdown to be held in Baltimore, Maryland. Given the close proximity of this date, we understand if you do not wish to take us up on this offer, but we are willing to compensate by handling your flight arrangements and offering you a small bonus for agreeing to compete on such short notice. Please respond to this e-mail as soon as possible to inform us of your decision. If there has been no response, we will make an attempt to reach out to you via phone to get confirmation of whether or not you are able to perform. It certainly hadn’t been what Aaron was expecting to see, but it was a pleasant surprise nonetheless that his new company was willing to book him a little earlier than the other new signees by virtue of what he’d shown off in that match on New Year’s Eve. It was understandable that things happened sometimes that were beyond anybody’s control, and he hoped whatever had necessitated Stacy’s departure from the ring would be resolved quickly. Still, it left a void that needed to be filled, and while the idea of SCW compensating him for agreeing would be enticing to most, that was a bridge Aaron was all too familiar with in his life and rushing into such a decision when he was younger and a little more naive had often proved disastrous. He made a note to respond to the e-mail later after giving the proposal some deeper thought before he attempted to resume his work of fiction. Only a couple of words had been added to the document before a new distraction arose, this one in the form of a sound that’s familiar to anyone that’s ever used Skype. This elicited a raised eyebrow from the creative soul. “I could’ve sworn I uninstalled Skype months ago…” It took a bit of digging through his toolbar since he had far too many things open right now admittedly, but he finally found the icon for Skype, and sure enough it was not only still installed but also set to automatically sign him in every time his computer booted up, both things that were also going to be resolved later considering most of the world had long since moved on from the program to far more efficient ways of communicating with one another online. When Aaron got a good look at the name of who was trying to attempt a video chat with him, he couldn’t help but groan as regret from not removing all trace of Skype’s existence from his hard drive began to consume him. This was a conversation he really didn’t want to have right now, but as tempting as it would be to simply hit the button to decline the call or just let it keep going until the attempt was dropped, he knew better. If he tried to ignore letting it happen, the attempts were only going to become more persistent until he finally answered, and nothing would get accomplished in the meantime. Steeling himself for whatever was about to follow, Aaron accepted the video call. “It’s about damn time! Do you know how much of a pain in the ass it’s become to get a hold of you? Christ, I’m surprised nobody in any of the wrestling companies you compete for has gotten on you about this yet.” “Hello to you too Andrew.” The face staring back at him now from his computer monitor was Andrew, one of his younger brothers and the only one amongst them Aaron was more than happy to completely sever ties with once he moved away to Seattle. Once upon a time, Aaron had been proud to call Andrew his brother, especially when he came out of the closet and shared the fact he was homosexual years earlier. One good look at him and you would never guess that’s the direction his proverbial gate swung, considering the only indication was the fact he’d begun wearing rainbow-colored wristbands as part of his everyday attire afterwards. He was big and had the kind of build that reminded you of a lineman in football, and he had no problem with laying out anybody who stupidly thought that just because of his choice of sexuality he was weaker than he looked. Andrew would’ve made a pretty good pro wrestler in his own right without a doubt, and he’d expressed an interest in diving in much like Aaron had albeit purely for the reasons of chasing a childhood dream considering wrestling was a constant subject of their conversations in the past. Once his current boyfriend came into his life, however… well, the love for wrestling never died, but the desire to pursue the dream sure did, and it saddened the eldest of the Blackbourne siblings. “Seriously dude, would it kill you to answer your phone for a change?” “Sorry Andrew. I don’t know if you heard, but I’m under contract with a new promotion now and considering they’re on a far bigger scale than anything I’ve been a part of up to this point, it’s kind of put an extra strain on my schedule since I still have a few obligations elsewhere I need to adhere to.” “Right, I think I heard you joined SCW sometime after you became PCWF Champion. Congrats on both of those feats, by the way. Shame that I’m in no position to take a crack at you myself and see if I can dethrone you.” “That would require you to overcome one of my demons, you understand. But enough about what’s been going on with me. What warranted this desire to video chat with me?” “Still looking to just cut right to the chase. You really haven’t changed since the last time I actually saw you in person Aaron. Since you asked… I was hoping if you had some spare time you could put those design talents of yours to good use by lending me a hand. See, I wanted to do something special for Dylan and-” Aaron could only sigh under his breath and roll his eyes, knowing exactly where this was going and wishing he’d remembered to wipe his computer free of Skype much sooner to avoid this. Dylan was the ‘current boyfriend’ mentioned earlier, and while Aaron certainly had nothing against their relationship on the surface as it clashed with his own desires to see and contribute to a more free and open-minded world down the line, it was what no one else saw beneath that had been the reason Aaron didn’t think twice about getting as far away from Andrew as possible. While things had started off well enough between the two of them, once Andrew proposed a few months into their time together thing seemed to change. Aaron would later find out that Dylan was bipolar, and he had no desire to seek any sort of help with it even for the sake of his relationship. What this meant for Andrew was months of emotional abuse that slowly made his brother a more unstable human being in his own right, and things didn’t get any better when things got physical, whether it was Dylan transitioning from one form of domestic abuse to another or Andrew literally fighting back because he’d had enough. Both of them had served a fair amount of prison time already over their squabbles, but no matter what Aaron or anyone else in their family or amongst Andrew’s now former friends tried to tell him, somehow their relationship endured even in its fractured state. It finally reached the point where between hearing his brother complain about the problems but refusing anything he had to say that would help him finally move on and leave it all behind and the fact that the damage done lead to Andrew constantly lashing out at his own family and even stealing from them without hesitation to fuel the drug habits he’d started falling into in a vain attempt to try and forget his problems ever existed, Aaron had finally given up hope for him and cut all ties until he saw proof he was ready to actually listen and take his advice to heart. Sadly, this sure as hell didn’t seem like one of those times. “You know I charge for commissions, right?” “Dude, I’m your brother! You should have no reason to charge me when you never did in the past! Why can’t you help me out without being an asshole about it?” “I’m not trying to be Andrew. Believe it or not, wrestlers don’t make the ‘big bucks’ like we always thought, and most of what I’ve made so far in smaller companies and even the one appearance I’ve had to date with SCW has pretty much almost completely gone to paying bills. That and commissions for my art help keep me afloat, so forgive me if I’m hesitant to separate ‘business’ and ‘personal’ just because you want a gift for someone you know I’m not exactly fond of after all the shit you two have gone through sticking together at this point.” “Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard the ‘toxic relationship’ spiel countless times from everyone, and even mom had to hammer that point home when I stopped by our old house on Christmas, something you didn’t even bother to do. Look, I know shit’s gotten way out of hand between him and I, but you don’t know what Dylan’s like when his bipolar tendencies aren’t taking over! I know in my heart he and I are meant to be, a concept you always used to happily preach about back in the day when you weren’t so detached from reality.” And there it was, a familiar pain in his gut and throbbing in his head. Just by agreeing to talk with his brother, Aaron had walked right into a situation where the stress was beginning to overwhelm him. He knew it was intentional too: Andrew always got very defensive about his relationship and would go on a verbal tirade similar to the ones he was usually a victim of from his so-called ‘soulmate,’ and as much as he really didn’t want to get involved he knew at this point his best bet to get his brother to shut up before he drove the creative soul over the edge was to simply give in. Who knows? Maybe he’d actually make something he could be proud of and want to add to his gallery in the next room over or his portfolio to draw in more clients. He really didn’t have anything to lose doing one free job for a family member, it was more the principal of trying to keep himself out of the toxic pool that he’d almost drowned in once before that most of his family still seemed to live within without a care in the world as to what it was doing to them. “Alright Andrew, you can stop trying to bury me in guilt and force me into a depression over my own choices in life. You didn’t call me to argue, so tell me what you had in mind for this gift and I’ll see what I can do.” “Dude, thank you so much! OK, so you know that lion tattoo on my bicep with the tribal mane? Dylan loves that tattoo and wants one of his own, but something a bit different from mine to symbolize how strong he is for dealing with being bipolar and putting up with my mistakes as well as his own. I had this idea that he could have this really intricately detailed full lion, like African tribal style, and I know you’re always the best at really detailed pieces.” Ending the call right then and there without so much as a response was extremely tempting in all honesty. Hearing the way his brother described the abuser in their relationship -- if it still really qualified as one at this point -- in such a positive way while putting himself down a bit made him want to flip his desk over and send it flying out the window behind where it sat, taking the computer and all on a one way trip to the pavement below. But the moment he heard ‘African tribal style full body lion’ necessitated folding his hands tightly in his lap to keep them from actually destroying anything in his frustration with the task at hand. Aaron was familiar with the idea his brother was aiming for, but the problem was he was asking for an insane amount of detail, especially if it was going to be translated into a tattoo by someone else’s hand. While extensive detail was always a core concept that followed any work he did, that didn’t mean tight, intricate little details weren’t a frustrating task and especially if tons of linework was the reason why. To some degree it felt like shackles on his arms creatively if he was doing nothing but piecing together lines upon lines for the sake of detail, but the tone in his brother’s voice as he stopped talking… it was the same tone Andrew always used whenever he was daring his older brother to accept his challenge, wanting him to push himself into getting the job done. With a sigh, Aaron finally answered. “Fine Andrew, but on one condition: you don’t give me any sort of timetable or due date on this. I have other projects to work on, both personal and commissions, plus my wrestling schedule. It’ll be done when it’s done, and if you start blowing up my phone asking about it I’m just going to stop and ignore the project entirely. I think that’s a fair compromise considering I’m doing something so excessively detailed even by my standards for free, don’t you?” “Fair enough man. I can’t wait to see what you put together for this!” And just like that, without even a proper goodbye, the call was ended. The moment his brother’s face was off his screen, Aaron wasted no time in uninstalling Skype and removing all trace of it from his computer, his hands trembling a bit as he tried to restrain his frustration over what had just happened. This was but a small taste of what ultimately drove him away from a family he was once proud to support and be a part of, and the stress was already beginning to drive him up a wall the more he thought about what he’d agreed to. Could he do it? Absolutely, but like most of his extremely detailed works it was going to take time, perhaps more time than even those considering the extensive linework he was going to need to lay down to form the details. He really didn’t want to dedicate more time than he really needed to on it, but that option just felt like it clashed with who he was and how he went about his business. Anything less than his best felt like taking the easy way out of the problem, and that’s just not how this young man operated. Needing some time to destress, Aaron saved where he was at in the story he’d been working on as he lost all desire to go back to it now before he retreated to his gallery room. Being surrounded by the fruits of his creative labors always seemed to help when he needed to clear his head and wasn’t in the mood to vent through the creation of something new. It was like his own little sanctuary, detached from the rest of the world where he could truly just sit on the floor and meditate to rebalance himself. To an outsider it might seem like the strangest thing to see him surrounded by his own creations, but Aaron’s inner peace was best achieved within his own creative kingdom where he was free to lose himself in whatever ran through his head, no matter how whimsical or demonic it may be. Slowly but surely, whatever he was seeing in his mind now behind closed eyes was doing its job as his breathing slowly returned to normal and the pain began to fade. The last thing he needed was for stress to destroy his health again, especially now that he had the biggest stage he could possibly reach to share his visions with the masses. The moment SCW surfaced in his thoughts, Aaron’s mind found itself wandering to the proposal that had been forgotten in the wake of his brother’s unexpected call, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized that maybe the best thing for him right now to straighten things out was to return to the ring a little sooner than originally planned and show what the man behind the monster the world saw at the End of the Year Special was capable of. Paint or no paint, Aaron Blackbourne was always a creative challenge for anyone to try and crack, and maybe using his freedom of expression to paint a new scene in his singles debut for the company would get his mind going on the new task at hand as well. This was what lead to his hand retrieving his phone from his pocket and dialing the number he needed. “Hello, this is Aaron Blackbourne. Sorry to call out of the blue, but I wanted to respond to this e-mail I was sent by your offices. That spot Stacy Kissinger unfortunately had to vacate in her match against the Gothfather… is it still open, by chance?” [align=center]------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/align] Originality… When it comes to the world as a whole these days, originality is something that’s hard to come by, and rightfully so. Those of us who possess the creative spirit understand this better than anybody. That said, there’s a common misconception that many people have when it comes to the idea of anything that’s not original. Most will immediately exclaim that something was ripped off, stolen… it deserves no praise when it is nothing but a cheap knockoff of the original work. Sometimes this is unfortunately the case, but many times it is not. If I were to take the idea of a story about a man on a quest to avenge his fallen loved ones, one of those concepts that’s practically as old as time itself, and build upon it to create something that stands just as well on its own, does that mean I truly stole the idea? Most people are conditioned to cry foul the first chance they get, and it’s not hard to see why. When swimming through an ocean of egos where everyone believes they and they alone are number one, the first sign of someone else repeating that statement makes them throw a tantrum akin to a toddler who just had its bottle taken away. That was their whole shtick first after all, right? To accurately make that claim would ignore everyone who came before you making that exact same claim and having the exact same petty squabbles over it, creating an endless cycle that is completely unnecessary to begin with in my personal opinion. It takes effort to achieve true originality in a world where every idea has already been beaten into the ground, to the point where you must be willing to take a pre-existing concept and build upon it until it is your own for anyone to call it unique. That’s a challenge that guys like me enjoy partaking in every chance we get, especially when the end result is so much more satisfying than simply rehashing something we’ve seen time and time again. A perfect example of this is The Godfather series. By now I’m sure we’ve all seen what is arguably, at least in regards to the first movie, one of the greatest films ever produced. Actors like Marlon Brando and Al Pacino gave new life to the concept of an American gangster even when this was hardly the first movie to tackle the subject, truly establishing the modern day concepts of the Mafia and a heavy influence of Italian-American culture in building the concept of organized crime. The Godfather is the bar that every gangster film released afterwards strives to reach or attempt to surpass, but the problem with many of them is that in trying to do so, they resort to the same formula of the original movie with minor alterations at best. There is a reason why the original is always superior to the knockoffs. This very idea exists outside of films as well. Television, music, even people and their lives can often turn out to be living copies of ideas that The Godfather pioneered, and the problem is that when you can link something or someone back to its original source and see very little attempt to be different, you begin to question the true passion and desire behind the supposed successor. It’s the exact same idea behind what I said in regards to the open invitational match I debuted in: when you have so many voices all screaming in unison that they and they alone are the best with none of them providing a concrete answer to truly tell them apart, it’s simply not worth the time to indulge in paying any attention to it after a while. If I wanted to get an idea of how organized crime works, I’ll simply watch The Godfather and enjoy where it all began as opposed to piecing together the same idea from several other sources that tried and failed to emulate the ideas and drive that made it such a legendary film in the first place. I would hope by now that my constant references to a specific piece of film history has gotten the attention of a certain individual, especially considering he was probably not expecting the best-laid plans of mice and men to suddenly flip the script on him. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Gothfather, though I think it’s painfully clear that I’m not Stacy Kissinger, the woman you were expecting to do battle with come the night of January 10th. As much as I want to ask nicely, I doubt you’d care enough about me to ignore the temptation of trying to kick the poor girl while she’s down just because something happened that required her to take a leave of absence. These things happen I’m afraid, and those who don’t expect the unexpected are always the loudest when it comes to crying about how unfair things are. To be fair, at least you still get to have your singles debut on this very show despite the change of plans, which is more than some people can say if they found themselves in your situation. Now, I think it’d be safe to say that you probably heard what I said a little bit ago and no doubt feel insulted, even if that’s the basic concept behind why we’re allowed to address one another before we do battle. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but as someone who dedicates his free time to writing stories and creating images all to share the vast imagination that exists within my mind with the masses all around me as proof positive that change and innovation are not things to be feared or shunned, I don’t take very kindly to the concept of clones taken straight off the assembly line designed with the sole purpose of not trying to be unique but instead following what already exists. It’s the basic formula that most people will fall back on because they fear what happens when they dare to explore beyond their comfort zone and try to mix it up a little bit, especially if the less effort they have to exert means they can still be paid and recognized just as much as someone like me, working tirelessly to push the limits of what can and can’t exist. You may call yourself the Gothfather, but it’s painfully clear from what I saw of you from the invitational that I could call you Don Corleone and I’d be right on the money. Like so many others you’ve embraced the safety net instead of attempting to explore what lies beyond the big top, your appearance being the thin veil that allows you to make any attempt to claim that what you are is unique in any way. I am not unique, and I can at least admit to that. I am human, I’m a Caucasian male, I’m a striker, an artist, a writer, a designer and I know I’m not the first person to paint themselves up to try and become something entirely different inside that ring. The difference between us, however, is that I’m at least striving to immerse myself in what already exists to see what else can be made from the same ideas, pushing the boundaries that men like you don’t dare to acknowledge. I have heart, I have soul… my passion gave rise to the Cerberus that invaded the open invitational and was not stopped by something as simple as a preset stipulation, and it is that same passion that allowed me to outlast you and leave so many people all around the world in awe of what they witnessed. For someone like me to surface out of the abyss and crack the top ten in a match with over forty confirmed participants and so many well-acknowledged names from within SCW alone among them… I got people’s attention, and that’s all I wanted out of that night. You can sit in an Italian restaurant or behind your desk and try to tear me down by saying that I didn’t win while ignoring the obvious that applies to you as well, but unlike you my endgame was not to join the chorus endlessly singing that they and they alone are the best or even to walk away with all the prizes waiting at the very end of the rainbow, but to enrapture the audience, making them pine for what I have to say to them and what they hope to see from me next time. Mission accomplished. As I make my way to the city where the great Edgar Allan Poe tragically passed away to have my own singles debut earlier than expected, I can make you a promise Gothfather. I know what you want… you want so desperately to call me out for what I showed in that invitational match, believing that I was so willing to hide behind something else entirely that my performance had to be nothing more than a fluke. Fear not, for at Breakdown your wish will be granted, as I will introduce the world to the true man behind the monster they met on the final night of 2017, giving you the chance to try your hand at proving your theory to be correct. The funny thing about the creative process, however, is that every idea is a theory at best until you breathe enough life into it to make it something more, and the question truly becomes this: how much passion do you truly have to backup your claims Gothfather? Man… monster… it doesn’t matter what I am, wrestling still provides me the necessary canvas to breathe new life into the world as I prove, one masterpiece at a time, that men like you so desperate to cling to what you’ve always known even when it begins to fail you that we, the human race, will never be able to truly go anywhere in the long run. Perhaps all you need is a little help opening your eyes to everything else you could be. After all, surely you must be tired of breaking the same old ground just like everyone else trying to convince me that you’re the best and I have no hope in hell of prevailing on Breakdown. Or maybe I’ve been right this whole time and you’ll be just as resistant to changing your ways as most people tend to be. That’s the beauty of pondering such ideas… come Breakdown, we’ll get all the answers we want, whether we want to face them or not. |
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| Gothfather | Jan 9 2018, 11:54 AM Post #3 |
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[doHTML]<font color=white><center><b><i>Gothfather, episode one</b></i><p> <font color=silvIer><i>It was a night that many would remember, a new champion crowned. Old feuds rekindled, new confrontations and men that were out there to make a name from themselves. Something that the Gothfather has been doing since many of many years and he cherished them all, even the opportunity that he seized as much as possible. Yet he came up short, but that’s okay. Nobody can’t deny the fact that he belongs here, the fact that he will not be a low to mid card performer any time soon. The question will be, who will seize the opportunity with him and will find out first hand whomever will fail. But until that moment comes, it will be back to daily routines of securing his empire and making people fear him.</i><p> <font color=orange><b>Luca:</b> scusa il mio Gothfather (translation: Excuses my Gothfather)<p> <font color=silver> <i>The shot opens with Luca standing at the end of a large swimming pool, knelt down as he tries to get the attention of the man that has been doing laps in the pool. A pool that consists of 8 lanes. Every starting block for the swimmers to jump off is made out of gold, with the top end filled with diamonds. The numbers of every lane is made from silver and has a red ruby in the middle of every number. The figure named Gothfather places his hand on the bottom end of the starting block and looks up at his trusted right hand man.</i><p> <font color=limegreen><b>Gothfather:</b> What is it Luca?? Can’t you see I’m busy??<p> <font color=silver><i>Luca nods, once again apologizing to his master, who waves him off. He holds on to the starting block as he slowly lowers himself under water before lifting upwards again before pushing his hair backwards and stares back at Luca. The water glistens upon his pale white skin while the many tattoo’s are clearly visible throughout his entire body. He slowly decides to swim towards the stairs of the swimming pool and slowly climbs out, whereas Luca is waiting for him while holding a large towel. The Gothfather accepts it as he dries himself off before extending his arms to put on his bathrobe. A black robe with golden trims, on the back we see written the Golden Age of Grotesque and followed by the name of the Gotfahter. He walks over towards a pool chair and sits down while grabbing a glass of orange juice and takes a sip from it</i><p> <font color=orange><b>Luca:</b> Ho notizie dalla famiglia Scuzi (translation: I have news from the Scuzi Familie<p>so ffar <font color=silver><i>The Gothfather doesn’t seem to be too interested in what Luca has to tell him. He continues to drink from the orange juice while looking at the massive brute that he had hired 7 years ago. From day one Luca never betrayed his trust, never left his side and did everything that he was asked of him to do. The Gothfather was truly a lucky man, he knows that he has many enemies that have been plotting to kill him. But so far none has succeeded in doing so, he knows the biggest reason for this is Luca. The man strikes fear into the hearts of others, knowing that he is old fashioned and doesn’t mind doing things that were unheard off to get results. He hears Luca speak, but it doesn’t interest him. His mind is back on the open invitational, the match where he has made his debut and enjoyed so much. Eliminating many wrestlers, standing toe to toe with Bill Barnhart and showcased why he has a drive to succeed. Even though he did not win the match, he knows that he has turned many of heads. Something he had planned to do, yet not caring for the opinions of the others about his performance. He is not there for the fans, he is not there to impress the others on the roster. He is here to fight.</i><p> <font color=orange><b>Luca:</b> Abbiamo raccolto informazioni sul loro nascondiglio (translation: We have gathered information about their hideout)<p> <font color=silver><i>Their hideout, the bored look on his face tells it all. He has gone through this so much, his enemies always hid when they knew it was going to get too dangerous for them. The Gothfather has always proclaimed his enemies to be weaklings, he even professed this to many of them during a gathering at his own house. A party where families try to talk business and where he always wants to get his way. Knowing that it makes them hate him, but that’s something he doesn’t care. He prefers fear and respect than to be stabbed in the back while being delusional and trusting their every move.</i><p> <font color=limegreen><b>Gothfather:</b> Put your best men on this case Luca, I want you to smoke them out of their hiding place<p> <font color=silver><i>Luca nods, The Gothfather closes his eyes, he does not know what has been said. It’s merely a routine job for his men, but he wants to stay informed. He looks at the swimming pool, sighs and takes another sip from the orange juice while feeling the tiredness in his body after doing laps for a half an hour or so. He grins, he remembers when he was younger, where he always drove to find and surpass the limitations that his body could endure. Perhaps sometimes taking the tole on his body, but realizing that when he achieved his goal that he knew that it was all worth it. now more than ten years ago that the Global Wrestling Allianced closed he still feels that drive to compete. Not knowing how many men and women he had faced in this match, how many blows he endured and how many he dished out to his opponents. But he knew it was all worth it.</i><p> <font color=limegreen><b>Gothfather:</b> You all had to witness what I already knew<p> <Font color=orange><b>Luca:</b> Perdono? (translation: Pardon?)<p> <font color=limegreen><b>Gothfather:</b> Leave me Luca, you know what to do. I need my rest.<p> <font color=silver><i>Luca leaves after bowing his head a bit towards his boss and then walks off, the Gothfather sighs. Clearly bored as he suddenly sees his wife emerge from the other side of the swimming pool. Wearing a yellow bikini that fits perfectly with her toned body, her blonde hair and her beautiful tan. He loves his wife as she smiles at him seductively when their eyes meet.</i><p> ![]() <font color=silver><i>She slowly enters the pool, he watches her every step she is making. Watching her cute small feet slowly vanish into the water as they are followed by her beautiful body. He sees her slowly going under water from the moment that she has entered the pool, only to see her reemerge a few moments later. Brushing her hair backwards with her hands as she stares into the eyes of the man that she has managed throughout his career so far. Slowly starting to swim a few laps while his concentration has now been divided.</i><p> <font color=limegreen><b>Gothfather:</b> How can I think of what has happened during that match when Sapphira demands all my attention??<p> <font color=silver><i>The words are being said with admiration in his voice, apparently the woman has a soft spot in his heart that keeps him from being a coldhearted individual that we have gotten to know him from his debut. His eyes follows every single movement of her arms and legs, enjoying the curves of her behind as she is doing her laps and not noticing that he is following her.</i><p> <font color=limegreen><b>Gothfather</b> Do you see that Aaron? The beauty of a woman? The soft skin of the female creature that is oh so define? <p> <font color=silver><I>He grins, he knows the answer already that Aaron would not miss any single moment of this if he was to be here. Who would? No other man could resist the presence of a woman, no matter what your preference truly are. A woman is always a charming creature of distraction.</i><p> <font color=limegreen><b>Gothfather:</b> It’s a question I always wonder whether I should ask a man before he stares intot he eyes of the lifeless expression that is upon my face. Interesting concept isn’t it? And you may ask yourself why? Why would someone portray a picture of a woman to another man before he destroys him? Or do you believe that I for this very moment am now trying to make a weak version out of the classic Joker role that was portrayed by the great actor named Jack Nicholson. Who always asked to his victims if they ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?? Because in your concept of me being a mere rip-off to something great has made you an angry man. And what for oh dear sweat Aaron? Is it merely because you are a secret admirer of everything great that you never could have been? Wishing that it was you that amaze the sceptics of this world that you have created something new?? It’s so enjoyable to hear something like this that has struck a nerve with you, that I wonder if you truly look past the magic of it all??<p> Tell me Aaron? How often have you watched the great legacy of the Godfather trilogy? Did you watch it from dusk till dawn? Don’t you just love how Francis Ford Coppola used the creations of great actors to create characters that were portrayed as if they were real upon the movie screen? Because let’s face it my friend, it’s the only critique that you have made, the critique that I am a mere rip-off from something that was already made?? And yet I feel the need to place a question mark upon the mere notion of your own intellect… or should I say the lack off?<p> <font color=silver><i>His attention is slowly distracted when he hears the splashing of the water, hitting the edge of the swimming pool as Sapphira has gotten out of the pool. She has grabbed a towel and dries herself in front of her husband. The man that she has known to have evolved throughout the years of his career. Always finding something new that fitted his identity.</i><p> <font color=limegreen><b>You look so lovely my pretty. It’s such a shame that I have to share my devotion to a heavenly creature like you… to hold a man by the name of Aaron responsible for letting my attention divert from you. I am sure that in some countries that would be a crime, a crime committed for breaking the desire between lovers. But I know that you will forgive me after witnessing destruction inside the ring, a mere fact that he has to look into the eyes of the man that is the Gothfather. A battle for him to prove my lack of uniqueness…, while the task at hand for me is to fight off a pest. To fight off a man that does not understand where I am coming from. Such a shame…<p> Don’t you know what is burning inside me my friend? A passion to maim, a passion to scar people for life. Why so serious all of the sudden? Don’t you ever laugh? Is it merely the fact that with every move someone makes, every breath someone takes… that you will be watching that person? Before proclaiming that this person forced you to hear the words of Sting echo through your brain of Every breath you take? Forcing you to become a stalker at heart? Unable to take your eyes off them and become obsessed? Because that’s what you are isn’t it?? Obsessed with the outside appearance, neglecting the fact that I am more than merely the Gotfather. A cheap rip-off so you say of the Godfather. And I applaud you that you have become a reliable movie fan, that at least appreciates the movies that everyone should have seen at least once in their entire life. But that’s where the similarities ends my friend. Truly you cannot believe within the mild hearted fate that you uphold somewhere inside your gut that this is where I will end up huh? That one day I will lose all routine and just vanish into the thin air? Oh no my friend, I’m just getting started, after this moment will come I will dedicate every single blow that I will dish out tpo prove you the disbelief of your stupidity. Do you think that after this week that I will suddenly change my name to Mario? Become a pizza delivery man and fight weird creatures with his brother Luigi to save a video game princes?? Now who is delirious now huh?? Who is the mindless fool that needs to be educated that I’m real. Not like Marlon Brando that took off his suit and became ordinary Marlon. An actor, a man that got paid to play a role… a role that fitted him perfectly. A man that did not have a real identity to begin with, that’s why he liked to play other roles to hide his very own insecurity. Not me Aaron, I’m the real deal. But I guess I just have to make you a believer am I not?? A believer out of a man that thinks that I am nothing more than a mere rip-off. <p> Would it have been better if I was merely a face painted freak like I was back then? Was it okay if I was still the Bringer of Chaos like I was in 2007? A foul mouthed street punk that cursed at everyone that stood in his way? Telling them to f*** off as he believed that he was the strongest entity in the world, that had something to prove to everyone and took nothing from any authority figure out there? Would that have been a B+ on your scale of being original? Or would you have told the world that I had taken the makeup from Gene Simmons? The leather vest from some rock artist? And the tattoes from Ozzy Osbourne? You see Aaron, nobody is original. You just look for excuses to hide the fact that you got no chance in hell to beat me with just using your own ability. There’s no shame of hiding your lack of wrestling ability and compensate it with a good talk, some wide smile and the believe to manipulate the brain. The most important weapon of the human race, often used to underestimate the enemy by the mere and sheer appearance isn’t it?? Who are you to judge others for the way they look? The way they behave and the way they dress. You call yourself an ordinary Caucasian amongst many other things that I could have seen with my very own eyes. And everything that you just have abused the amount of time that you were given to deliver a promo in how to beat me turned into a disappointment.<p> <font color=silver><i>Sapphira emerges into the shot, pretending to be sad as she is pouting her lips as she heard the last statement from her husband</i><p> <font color=limegreen><b>Gothfather:</b> You see, I was interested to hear about an opponent, not to hear from a washed up and failed art teacher. If I wanted to learn how to paint, I would have gotten back to the Netherlands and watched how Rembrandt and Vincent Van Gogh made masterpieces instead of listening to a basement internet troll that downloads movie scripts and debates whether Laura Croft should have been performed by Angelina Jolie or not. And yet, do you hear me fill in a complaint form that I do not like how you belittle the minorities that are often described as nerds? Oh no, anger is not something that should have been produced by the spoken word mixed by the raising of my voice. No my friend, it’s should be educated inside that squared circle, where the battle lines shall be drawn. Where you will watch me take off the robe, take off the hat and simply go back to the core that I know best. That I know off since coming off the streets of the Netherlands. Clearly you did not see what I did do inside the squared circle, I did not see you win either and take home the gold. But it’s apparent that you are an easily satisfied man. I just hope that satisfaction could be easily found when I am done with you my friend<p> <font color=silver><i>He sighs, he slowly closes his eyes as he feels the soft finger of his wife trace his chest. Feeling the nail soflty digging into his skin that causes him to chuckle, he slowly grabs her hand and lifts it to his mouth as he sucks on her finger. This causes her to giggle before lowering herself towards him and kisses his forehead. <font color=limegreen><b>Gothfather:</b> How often did I had to hear the accusations Sapphira? First I wasn’t a real goth but an emo. While all I ever did was call myself Goth, then it was the fact that people were insulted that I called myself the King of Kings. Even once they lowered themselves to confuse me with another wrestler who did the same, only by name. And all I ever did was taking the extreme of the true essence of the name and make it my own. And now it is merely the fact that I am caling myself the Gothfather, already causes someone to have a wish to put the head of a dead horse in my bed and scare me when I wake up. How ironic is it that people take a movie more seriously than the real danger that is yours truly<p> <font color=silver><i>He lifts both hands towards her, gently running his fingers across the sides of her midsection as she clearly enjoys his caress.</I><p> <font color=limegreen><b>Gothfather:</b> The hands that are made to love, yet also the hands that knows how to inflict pain. Isn’t it weird that two such different sets of physical attention that seems to be so far apart from each other, are in reality so close towards each other. A soft caress can ultimately end up with the betrayal of a knife being stabbed in your back…. And the hardest blow that someone could ever receive is the mere fingers that closes the eyelids for the very last time… making sure that someone will never have the ability to see once more. And yet…., Aaron doesn’t understand<p> <font color=gold><b>Sapphira</b> Yet do they need to understand my love??<p> <font color=silver><i>Gothfather grins as he nods his head and continues to caress her body</I><p> <font color=limegreen><b>Gothfather:</b> The hands that created life, shall also be the ones that has ended them. I intend to open the eyes of Aaron and make him understand that the reality is that he has got beaten by the Gothfather… one… two….three…<p></center>[/doHTML] |
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