The Genesis of Goth

Chapter four: How are you going to see me now?



August 25th 2022

“Hello Chantal”

The shot opens at the Trinity Cemetery and Mausoleum in Manhattan, New York. Where we see Goth standing there in front of the grave of his deceased wife. Wearing a black Armani suit and matching black gloves, staring patiently towards the headstone of where his wife is buried. The last time he was here was merely days prior of him facing Jason Halc, a match where Goth had destroyed his opponent while being overcome in a rage fit. That match was emotional for Goth, feeling that he was disrespected by the individual who used the death of his own brother to mount any sort of comeback to the wrestling world. Causing Goth to end it in near deadly fashion, something that to this very day he has regrets on the fashion of how he did it…. But not for why he had done it.

He extends his right arm, placing the gloved hand on top of the headstone. Softly squeezing the outer lines of the headstone, tracing every inch until he reaches the unicorn. His dead wife’s favorite animal, Goth remembered the many hours he and her had talked about the mythological creature, he had always stated that it didn’t exist in real life but she never cared about that. The memories causes to bring a smile upon his face, he turns his hand upside down, causing the palm of his hand to be underneath the galloping front legs of the horse as his fingers trace it very gently. He sighs, remembering the nightmare he had a while ago of his wife standing in his bedroom as a dead corpse. He had wondered if this was some sort of a sign, was there someone in his life that was against his engagement with Melissa? He knew it couldn’t have been his wife, she was the one that urged him to move on with his life on her deathbed. Something until this very day could not grasp how strong she had been in her most frailest moment in her life.

“How are you my love??”

For some reason he always asked her this, even though he knew that he would never get an answer. But this was for him the way to break the ice for him, making it possible for him to open up towards her as if she was an eternal listening ear. He is silent for a moment, trying to find the right words that he had wanted to say. For some reason it seemed so easy for him when he is on his way to visit his wife, but just like today he has issues opening up to her when standing in front of her grave. As if there were some barrier withholding him from sharing certain things that weren’t meant to be shared with the dead. This causes him to scratch the back of his head as he sighs.

“I must be crazy to say this….”

He says as he swallows a few times before opening up once more towards the grave.

“Last night when I was asleep with Melissa next to me, I dreamt that you entered our bedroom as a dead person….  It scared me Chantal, I wish I knew what it meant.”

His fingers grabs the headstone as tight as possible, trying to find some balance so that his voice won’t shake too much due to the mixed emotions that is racing through his body. He lifts his head up to the heavens, trying to resist the tears that he is feeling that are coming to no avail. Quickly wiping the tears away from shame, not wanting to show a sign of weakness in front of his dead wife. Whom he had always known was so patiently with him in his moments of struggle, showing him that he could always open up to her, something he also has with Melissa. But today he needed to talk to his wife, hoping to find an answer that he was seeking for….Why?

“Has it been too long since the last time I was here??”

He knew the question sounded stupid, he could have slapped himself across the face for asking. But he couldn’t help himself for asking. Desperate to find the right answer even though he does not know and will never get. He stands there, now having both of his hands placed upon the headstone. He reads every letter of the name of his wife, as if he believes that the answer is hidden in between the cracks. He lowers his head, he inhales deeply for a few times before lifting his head up towards the headstone as he is about to speak again.

“Hello Gerrit…,”

Once again he hears that voice, but this time he stares straight into the face that he knew to be his dead wife. He lowers his face, blinks his eyes several times before lifting up his head. Hoping that it was all but a dream. But he stares straight into the eyes of the woman that he had called his lover for many years, her face is whole, no bones and bright lights where eyes should be. He cannot believe it, he is actually staring at the woman that has been dead for many of years.

“How??”

She smiles, shaking her head before placing her hands upon his, startling him as he actually feels the softness of her skin. The disbelief on his face and in his mind causes him wanting to pull them away, but her touch has caused him to be frozen in his tracks.

“Why are you showing up lately??”

He finally asks as he has found the courage to open his mound to speak, staring into the blue eyes of his dead wife. The same eyes he had missed throughout all the years since her passing. Realizing how much different Melissa is in comparison to Chantal. The woman that had travelled up and down the road for many years before the birth of their son. Something that seemed ages ago, even though it was not. He remembers how happy they were, holding their first and only child after his birth, he had never been more proud in his life. He remembers how many championships he had obtained in his life, but he would trade all those title reigns for experiencing that moment one more time with his son and wife.

“You should not think those thoughts Gerrit, you have Melissa now.”

This surprised him, had she read his mind?? Or were his thoughts so obvious upon his face that she could tell?? It wouldn’t have surprised him, she had been part of his life over twenty years. Of course she could tell what he was thinking. He just couldn’t grasp the thought that she was here once more, seemingly in the flesh…

“Why the other night Chantal??”

He asks her concerning the dream that he had, a dream that he wasn’t sure whether it was truly a dream or not. A dream that she stood there in a state of decay. The doubt had crossed his mind since that night, did it meant that his engagement should not happen? Or did it mean a possible death?? He does not know, but he is determined to find out. He stares at his wife, who has not moved since the moment that she had touched his hands. He stares at the physical likeness of her image that he had remembered from the days when she was healthy. Making him realize he had not seen anything that resembled anything of the suffering that she had endured until her deathbed. Secretly he was relieved to be spared of that misery once more.

“It wasn’t me Gerrit, it was your fears that has brought that image of me back into your dreams. You are worried about betraying me, you are worried about too many things, when you should be enjoying your life and your relationship. Don’t think about that what you no longer have Gerrit, think about what you will have in the future. Because I will always be a part of you, no matter the circumstances.”

The words echo through his brain, causing him to feel the pressure to finally fall away from him. The words that she had spoken was exactly what he needed to move on with his life, to understand that he had made the right decisions all along… just afraid about the possible consequences that may very well never come.

“Thank you Chantal, I love you.”

The angelic smile emerges upon her face, reassuring him that everything is alright. She slowly releases her hands from his, causing him to finally get his senses back as he is able to pull back from the headstone. There’s a moment of awkward silence from Goth’s part, not knowing whether he should say something or just leave. Both decisions felt wrong to him as he finally smiles.

“I will never forget this”

She smiles at him, watching him stare back at her for a few moments before he turns around and walks off towards his waiting car. The sight of Chantal slowly starts to decay with every step that he moves away from her, showing the rotten flesh and bones instead of the perfect skin that once was in front of him. Her eyes slowly roll back into her head as the bright lights reemerge instead as it leaves the same deformed version of his dead wife to be remaining in the same place where her perfect image once was. Smiling as she knew that he had believed her, smiling for perhaps giving him the answer that he was searching for… or perhaps the answer that she had wanted him to believe as the right one to be.

“All will come to be as it was meant to be Gerrit…., trust me on that...”

She slowly vanishes from the spot that she had stood, causing the camera to notice the unicorn on top of the headstone, all covered in blood that slowly drips upon the grave as this merely creates more questions for Goth to seek the answers to.

August 26th 2022

Goth is on the balcony of his Manhattan apartment that looks over Central Park, he had always enjoyed walking when it isn’t very crowded yet. Sitting on his favorite bench, looking at the people as they would walk him by. He had learned throughout the years how to blend in with the people without being recognized, sometimes his disguises would fail him as a diehard fan would have recognized him. But most of the time they would respect his wishes and give him the privacy that he desperately needed from time to time.

He is drinking a glass of orange juice, admiring the young couples walking hand in hand, street musicians playing music and many routines that he would see on a daily basis. His attention gets distracted by the arrival of Melissa, who walks towards him and places a hand on his shoulder.

“Hello stranger.”

Goth smiles, leaning his head backwards as it grants Melissa the opportunity to lean forward and kiss his lips. The two remain in this position for a moment, Goth running his left hand through her curly hair, twirling them through his fingers.

“So what have you been up to today??”

She smiles as she starts talking that she had been window shopping with his son, telling him how much Gerrit Jr, had been annoyed as Melissa had taken him to several clothing stores. Goth knew that his son wasn’t a fan of shopping for clothes. That was one of the few things that was a mystery for him from whom he had gotten that characteristic from, because both him and his deceased wife enjoyed shopping for clothes. But he shook the thought out of his mind as he heard her continue to talk.

“And then I found this lovely buttoned down shirt, he looked so handsome in that shirt that…”

Goth slowly fades back into thoughts, he remembered his mother telling stories about his father. Telling him that his father apparently hated going shopping with his mother. He remembered his mother being very persuasive and dominant at times. He chuckled at the memory of him and his mother ganging up on his father, tormenting him for his birthday, blindfolding him with the excuse that they would take him to somewhere special. Only to anger him when they took his blindfold off inside a clothing store. He had never seen his father this angry, only to drag him to the true surprise that they had prepared for him. A possibility to ride a classic Harley Daviddson Chopper.

“Gerrit?? Are you alrigth??”

Goth shakes out of his thoughts, realizing that Melissa was staring at him with a concerned look on her face. He soothingly smiled at her, explaining the memory that had distracted him. The two shared a laugh, causing Melissa to put a hand in front of her mouth as she was shaking her head.

“I guess I know now who Gerrit Jr. got it from, such a shame that he isn’t more like his father in that aspect.”

She says as she places a hand upon his leg and squeezes it tender, he stares at her hand before looking back up to her face as he drowns into her eyes as he has done often in the past. He had always enjoyed going shopping, especially when Melissa had taken him on a tour of discovering Armani Suits. This caused him to slowly change his casual clothing from simple jeans and torn rock shirts into the joy of wearing suits. Even though he does wear the casual clothing of the past from time to time, he had noticed that the Armani suits had helped him gain leverage when it came down to doing business. The thought had taken him back to his wilder side from the past, wondering how he had managed never to evolve in that department until a few years ago.

“I may try to convince him the same way that you had convinced me.”

He says with a smile as he sees her reaction to be a mock gasp of disgust.

“Don’t you dare to send him x rated pictures good sir, he is too young for that!!!”

She says while giving him a playful smack across the shoulder, Goth bursts out in laughter before giving her a kiss. The two embrace for a few moments before she gets up.

“I am going to take a shower, but I will see you later handsome.”

Goth nods as he watches her walk away, enjoying how she sweeps her hips from left to right as she walks around the corner before turning his attention back to himself.

“” Dear darlin' surprised to hear from me?
Bet you're sittin' drinkin' coffee, yawnin' sleepily
Just to let you know
I'm gonna be home soon
I'm kinda awkward and afraid
Time has changed your point of view.

Goth mutters the first few lines of the classic How You Gonna See Me Now from Alice Cooper, smiling to himself as it is clearly directed towards his opponent Latina Submission Machina.

“Before the world of tabloids will start writing new imaginary stories of an awkward relationship between me and Latina Submission Machina, I will have to disappoint you all. But why the song Goth? Why?”

He smiles, shaking his head as he takes a sip from his glass of orange juice, placing it on the table next to him as he stares intently towards the camera as if he was looking at his opponent directly.

“Isn’t that the beauty of cutting a promo?? Because we got something to say and the world has got to figure out exactly what it is…. And I know where someone goes left, the other goes right. But I guess after watching my opponents promo the other day, I guess it’s safe to say that she went every possible direction she possibly could. And I may not be a brain surgeon, but I couldn’t help but realize that having that championship belt made her overconfident as she was trying to irate me with childish remarks.”

“I guess I could understand that she had not been amused by the rather assuming remarks that I had made, believing that they were statements upon her credibility. Causing her Latin bad blood to take over where cold and calculative behavior was necessary. But I will let it slide, seeing how she has recently lost her championship belt.”

Goth lifts an eyebrow at his remark, winking at the camera a few moments later as he leans his head back for a few moments as he lets out a grunted sigh.

“It makes me wonder, did you truly believe your own words Latina?? Bringing back the honor to that championship that was besmirched by a man that is known to do nearly anything for a few lousy XBucks… Causing me to understand why you had put the pressure upon yourself, because you already knew that your title win was nothing more than a joke. Make me think back on how you soiled yourself last week, belittling my whole career. Downgrading all my achievements and the companies that I have worked for and ran, I guess you were begging for Karma to slap you in the face for being the moronic dumb bitch that you are.”

He pushes his face back to a normal pose, staring back at the camera once more. Clearly amused on how Latina Submission Machina had felt that she was on top of the world, only to be dropped back on her own two feet after losing the belt.

“I had to admit, I was very amused by your desperate attempt to rattle me up. And I have to admit, it probably would have worked way back when I was your age little one. I would have ran my mouth, allowing more saliva to come out of my mouth than what the entire Niagara Waterfalls could produce on a single day. You know, the current level that you had prided yourself for being just one single week ago. And don’t come with your excuses of how tough it is to defend that championship belt 24/7. Because that’s what you knew what you would get yourself into after “buying” yourself a tainted championship victory. You should be ashamed of yourself and you know why??”

“You created an expectation that I had to overcome Latina.You created an aura as champion that I had to overcome and be better at to deserve that championship belt. And now?? Not only did you just fucked your chances of any form of credibility, but you also screwed me over for taking that championship belt away from you. I guess you started to have second thoughts huh? Or was it the mere that you woke up one day, looked yourself in the mirror and asked yourself what the fuck you are doing?? Because that’s exactly what you just did this past week Latina… you became the laughing stock of the entire wrestling company by doing the exact opposite of what you had attempted to convince me all about. All your excuses, all the remarks that not even a five year old wouldn’t make. Oh how much I am starting to pity you, how much I am starting to ponder upon myself whether I should have even accepted the offer from Mac Bane to join this company. A company that he is not even a champion off, oh wait… neither are you.”

“But I know how it feels like Latina, believing that you are on top of the world. Achieving a great accomplishment that has eluded you in your entire career. Getting the recognition that you have felt that you have deserved. The attention of the media, the fans, finally starting to see the money roll into your pocket…. Only to see it being flushed down the toilet… all because of what?? Did you fall asleep during the title change?? Did you fall over a banana?? No, you were enjoying a snack. Whatever…”

He smirks, taking another sip from his orange juice before placing it back on the table as he slowly rises up from where he was seated and walks over towards the edge of his balcony while looking down at Central Park.

“But I have to comment you, I have to comment you on at least trying. You did your best to protect your credibility by defending your championship belt, withstanding all the sudden attacks. Realizing that one day you will succumb to the pressure and that’s just your problem because when you are starting to realize that then YOU are not championship material.”

He shakes his head, clearly disappointed in what he has to work with from the woman that once was named the XWF Xtreme champion.

[b]“Let me give you some advice sweetcakes, investigate before you open your mouth to make your next mistake. You achieved nothing by capturing that championship belt from Thunder Knuckles. I may have not accomplished anything so far in this company, but at least I am not desperate on trying to regain that championship instead of just challenging that man for the next show!! Don’t lower yourself to become a side attraction Latina. Another great example why you are beneath me, why you are a joke. Why I am going to beat the living shit out of you this Wednesday, because all you can think off is saving face by regaining that championship belt. While all you are doing instead is ruin every single chance of regaining your confidence of actually achieve something on your own.”

“You need credibility to feed your ego, you need people that are established to make you noticeable. But all that I have seen is that you are putting yourself to shame, you see I could have just left Sin City Wrestling all together, abandon the Internet championship and solely focus on being the next “Big Thing”. Because let’s be honest, that’s all that wrestling companies care about these days don’t they?? Stating that it is no surprise that men like me and Mac Bane are champions elsewhere and not here… Be thankful that men like me and him hold a second agenda next to that of this company, or else you would have been out of commission a long time ago..”

“But I will take a few steps back before I go on the next criteria on how to show the world how to take any credibility away from you by merely opening my mouth. I had no intention to crucify you with just using words that mean something, because I know that you will throw a fit and tell the world that I am wrong, delusional, that I have had too many chair shots to the head. Or merely making the mistake to tell the world that I am more a hardcore type of wrestler than you are, seriously Latina?? Because if that’s the level of stupidity that you are willing to drop at, then I will ask you How Are Going To See Me Now after I beat your ass this Wednesday.”

“Because that’s it isn’t it Latina? How you are and will be seeing the man that is going to take the hopes and dreams of ever regaining that championship belt away from you. And not even because I Borderline crave it like you do, but because I am doing you a favor. I will be doing the world a favor by taking away every last shred of dignity that is left of you. I am going to wrap my arms around your neck and watch the resistance slowly fade away. Telling you that it’s okay to go to sleep. That soon the nightmare of being better than me will finally be over. Allowing you to once again drift back to whatever dirt forgotten shithole that you have come from. Like I have said before Latina, Karma is a bitch.”

He stares at Central Park and becomes silent for a moment, taking a few deep breaths before closing his eyes as he starts to address Latina Submission Machina once more.

“The reason why I have been active for so long, being able to evolve in this business for so long. Is because I know how to survive Latina. I know how to surpass the expectations of what people believe is the deadline of a wrestler’s age and being able to compete inside that squared circle. While you on the other hand, you are undoubtedly want to do as much as possible in the time that is being given you to compete in this ring. Because you are clueless, you are incapable of having a career like mine, like a Chris Page. Wrestlers that withstand the test of time and continue to send young wrestlers like you home asking themselves why? Or how? It’s just like the young gun that I took the title away from, he was afraid of me. He did not wanted to face me, not understanding why I got the title shots….And all I had to tell him is that I did it the old fashion way.. I earned it, just like I beat him by making him pass out in the middle of the ring…. Cementing the downfall of his title reign that he had believed that would have been so glorious… Bringing credibility to a championship belt that he did not deserve. Now he has nothing, just like you.”

“I had hoped to have a great match, champion vs. champion. A marketing tool to get some extra views for the next show. A legend against someone that has been telling the world that she is a legend in the making. Exactly what it should have been, exactly what you and I deserved to get. I wanted to prove a point, I wanted to show the world that they were better off with champions like you. I guess all that is left is to prove the world that they are better off with a “wrestler” like you.”

Goth turns around, he walks back into his apartment as Melissa confronts him with two glasses of orange juice in her hands, handing him one as he gladly accepts.

That night

We see Goth in his bed reading a book while Melissa is sleeping, his eyes are following every single word as he is hooked in the story. He slowly turns a page as he notices a picture of him and Chantal, the woman that the wrestling world knew as Sapphira. He stares at the picture and we can see a smile emerging upon his face, his visit to her grave had caused him to have realized that he had worried about nothing. Realizing that his insecurity had played a game with him. He continues to stare at the picture, remembering that they had taken it on the very same day that he had signed his first major wrestling contract back in 2006. He had paid his dues while competing for lousy bucks at the indies, but it had taught him some valuable lessons. He had been taught on the very first day of stepping foot in the indies that you need to be ready at all given time, because you never know when that opportunity would arise for you to take that next step. He had taken that advice to heart, not wanting to look back at your career and realize that you blew the most important opportunity to make it in the big leagues.

He remembers how he had wanted to leave the company after having lost a few matches in a row, but it was Chantal that had told him that there would never come another opportunity if you quit. Words that had stuck with him until this very day, as it had motivated him to be the very best that he could be… and now sixteen years later, he was given another opportunity. And he had earned it, because people had started to notice the veteran. People had started to notice that this man was still capable of drawing people to come to shows and deliver top tier matches against anyone that he had stepped foot inside the ring with.

He had been one of the first people to have challenged a member of CCPE, challenging Justin Yorke to a match in January 2023 where he had wondered why so many on their roster were still free to be challenged and so few actually did. Justin Yorke somehow reminded him of himself. The arrogance nature, the never being able to keep his mouth shut attitude and most importantly… the ability to back up every single word that had came out of his mouth. Anything?? Well that is something that Goth wanted to find out after he had challenged him.

“I know already what you would say after hearing him on that Chris Page podcast.”


Goth says with a smile upon his face, his wife had a dislike for arrogant people like Justin Yorke. Especially if she knew that they were as good as their mouth were, because in her mind there was only one that mattered… and yes, she was a little biased. Goth turns thepicture around and sees something written on the back of it.

“We made it Gerrit, love Chantal”

Words that he remembered her saying when they celebrated the contract signing by going out at MacDonalds. The thought had made him laugh, back then he was nowhere near as wealthy as he is right now. But he did remember that they had lived their lives as if they had wined and dined with kings and queens every single day of their lives of being poor wrestlers. Because that kept them from missing out on that one very important mission that they had set for themselves from the beginning. To one day make it to the big leagues and show them who the very best wrestler was.

The memories of the years that had followed were the foundation of what would come afterwards. He had evolved from just being a fighter into a man that could match anyone’s abilities. Whether you were a brawler, someone that was a high flyer or a submission wrestler. He had learned to adapt and evolve to become someone that the owners could depend on as being one of the backbones of the company until it closed its doors. Having held the most world titles that the company ever had, being the final person to have ever been inducted into the Hall of Fame as well as being given the keys to the Kingdom to do the same for the next crop of talent that would try to make a name for themselves.

“I wonder if people know how rewarding your job can be??”

He mutters to himself, sighing as he closes the book and stares into the darkness instead of just falling asleep like Melissa. For some reason he does not feel the need to close his eyes, even if the clock that he had stared at has passed the clock of midnight several hours ago. He had not been used to stay up this late as he had done in the past, mostly because he was out all night with his wife and his closest comrades. Celebrating victories of himself or of others, creating a bond that to this very day still exists. And he knows that in the world of wrestling that this is a rare thing. He remained seated there in his bed for a few moments longer before he decided to close his eyes and fall asleep.

“Do you remember who you used to be??”

A soft whisper is heard, but nothing too much that would alarm Goth while he sleeps. His arms tucked deep underneath his pillow, while his head is turned to the left as he faces the nightstand next to him. There’s movement next to him as Melissa turns to her other side, facing away from Goth as she continues to sleep as well.

“You ruined it all for me……”

Another whisper is heard, this timelouder than the one before. Causing Goth to stir in his sleep, but nothing more. The two lovers remain silent in their bed for another thirty minutesas there is no whispers to be heard as Goth finally turns over and rests on his back, causing his chest to be exposed more visibly.

A fingernail is suddenly felt scratching at the center of his chest, causing Goth to gasp and sit right up, clearly awake. His hands immediately rise up towards the spot on his chest where he had felt the pressure, but nothing is to be found.

“What the??”

He looks over his shoulder towards Melissa, trying to figure out whether she had been playing another mind game with him but she seems sound asleep. Goth shakes his head, raises his hands towards his face as he pushes away all the hair out of his face while staring into the void.

“Now that was rather entertaining…..”

Says a sudden deep female voice, Goth’s face turns towards the sound. Noticing for the first time that a female presence is seated in the chair that Goth had taken from the dinner table to hang his buttoned down shirts across. There he notices the woman, pale skinned and a dark as night dress that covered the largest part of he slender, yet muscular body. He saw a tattoo on her ankle consisting the mark of the devil, as he immediately knew.

“What do you want from me Lady Ashe?”

He asks, not taking his eyes off of her. The woman that he had taken his first championship belt away from in a top promotion. The woman that had always proclaimed to be a vampire, he had not cared to investigate whether her claims were to be true. Because he had beaten her every single time that they had faced, knowing it had to eat her up from within.

“Good tosee that you have not forgotten me after all these years.”

He could sense that her remark was meant to be sinister, he did not care. He wanted her to be gone, he wanted to go back to sleep as he knew that he had….

“An important match Gerrit?? Don’t tell me that you want to kick out an old friend just because you are getting old??”

She says with sarcasm in her voice, he mentally scowled at her. She had read his mind, he did not see any other alternative but to play along.

“If you were such an old friend, then why weren’t you at my wife’s funeral??”

Goth stands up, not caring that the blankets would fall off his body as he is now nearly naked except for his boxers as he walks over towards the kitchen.

“Want something to drink? Forgive me, but I have given up alcohol, so there’s no more wine in the house.”

He heard a sinister growl, he turns around with a glass of orange juice in his hands as he is staring into the face of the woman that sat in the chair a few moments ago. He wasn’t surprised, he had known this person for a long time and nowadays nothing really surprised him anymore. He sits down at the dinner table, taking a sip from the glass of orange juiceas he looks over his shoulder towards her.

“Like I said, what are you doing here??”

She remains silent for a few moments, looking through a kitchen window to the outside darkness for a few s“I was there you know”

This caused him to raise an eyebrow, realizing eventually that she meant his wife’s burial.

“I stayed out of sight out of respect for you and Chantal.”
 
He was confused, not sure what to make of this but decides to allow her to talk

“I know we have had our differences in the past, our opinions always clashed as things had been said.”

Her gaze remains deadlocked upon the kitchen window, swallowing hard as she is trying to hide her emotions of sadness from Goth.

“Was that why you came here for??”

This caused Ashe to turn around with a look of anger upon her face, baring the infamous fangs that he had remembered from the moments that she had gotten angry towards others. He keeps staring at her, not feeling slightly intimidated by her appearance as she slowly allows her senses to take control over her once more. Placing her hands upon a chair in front of her while lowering her head for a moment. Goth noticed right then that she has aged slightly, even though you had to look very close to notice it. He had wished that he had the physique of 16 years ago, but was content of how he had turned out after his long and storied career.

“Did you know that it will be sixteen years ago to the day that you beat me for that Airborne title when you square off against Latina Submission Machina??”

Her voice is cold, her stare unchanged as her posture slowly rises after twenty seconds, slowly allowing her face to gaze back into his.

“I know that you had thought about our confrontation so many years ago when you were paired up with her. Thinking back to the fact that you are once again in the same situation that you were in back then. But you know that this is not completely true right??”

He is about to respond, telling her that she is wrong. But decides not to, waiting for her to explain herself before deciding to react.

“Thank you for allowing me to continue and not end up in rage.”

“You’re welcome, just remember… I am not going to remain a patient man. Especially if you do not get to the point….”

She nods her head, take a deep breath before allowing the words to exit her mouth.

“Back then you were the one that had the desire to prove your worth against me, as you saw me as the establishment of GWA… But don’t you see? Even though this Latina Submission Machina is no longer the champion.. it is YOU that is the establishment… Don’t kid yourself in thinking that you can rewrite history that easily…. ”

She turns her attention towards him with a cold and calculated look on her face.

“You do realize that don’t you??”

He hadn’t thought of it that way, he had to admit that he had not looked past the obvious comparison of him facing a female champion in his first title match in a new organization. He then suddenly turns his attention back to the woman that has been staring at him throughout his moment of doubt.

“Let me guess, it wasn’t Chantal that I saw in my dreams right??”

He stares at her as he senses a moment of doubt on her face.

“IT WAS YOU!!! WASN’T IT??”

“Gerrit.., I…”

“HOW DARE YOU!! You dared to betray my eyes, you dared toquestion my feelings for both Chantal and Melissa!! You make me sick!! All because you want to warn me???”

“I…..”

“GET OUT!!!!”

Lady Ashe stares at him before nodding her head as she slowly walks out of the kitchen door. The camera spots her on the outside of his apartment, watching her as her face slowly changes from a sad one into a sinister one.

“He is ready….”

She says as she walks off, vanishing into the darkness….

How Are You Going To See Me Now.

August 29th 2022

“Hello Latina Submission Machina, I know it’s very close to our match. And I know I have been very hard on you a few days ago. But we both know that you deserved it don’t we, it’s quite simple if you think about it. You speak, only words echo from your mouth. When I speak, reality will hit you in the face. I just got a question for you, How Will you see me now? How will you see me after our match? How will you accept me after I have beaten you and made you submit?”

“How will you see me after all that I have said had come true?? That you are not who you have proclaimed to be? I will tell you exactly how you will see me, The King of Kings. Because that’s all you need to know Latina Submission Machina, because after this coming Wednesday, I will make you believe. Until then Latina, until then.





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