Post by Cosmo Goldworthy on Jun 16, 2023 19:16:41 GMT -6
Just mere minutes after his first Rampage match, an exhausted Cosmo Goldworthy walks into a now empty locker room with an ice pack in hand. He stares at the TV in the locker room and scoffs at 3pAC’s backstage promo.
Cosmo stops at the chair where his gym bag lies on, and slides it down to the floor, next to his chair. He then plops down in the chair, breathing heavily. He checks his phone and looks at the outpouring amount of text messages, from old friends and family.
The only two texts he pays attention to is from his cousin, Bruce, who's still awaiting his GAMBIT debut. “good shit, come back to italy so we can party after my win” Cosmo looks at the text and smirks. He replies back, telling him that he’s down.
Cosmo swipes to the other text, of course, from his mother. “So proud of you, baby!!!” Of course, Cosmo replies to his mother, and he thanks her for everything she’s done, including getting him here.
With that said, Cosmo turns his phone off and places it on top of his gym bag.
First Rampage match. First Rampage victory. He looks up at the ceiling and weakly lets out a grin.
“I talked a big game.. I promised a dazzling debut.. I promised a victory, and I lived up to every single word that came outta’ my damn mouth.” He pauses, trying to recollect his thoughts.
Cosmo looks around the empty and dull locker room. Hardly any sound emits from the TV, which means it’s simply Cosmo and his own thoughts, alone.
“Fuck..” He groans, rubbing his arm. “My arm hurts - but that’s what this game is about, ain’t it? You give.. And you get. And aye, I gave a whole lot, and I got a whole lot back. I knew even for my debut, I was in for one helluva match - and Ashley Freeman was game for victory. Too bad, I threw ‘bout everything but the kitchen sink at her ass.”
Cosmo leans back in the chair, placing the ice pack above his elbow.
“With my first Rampage victory on the books, I don’t let off the gas pedal now. I’m out for gold, because without gold, I got nothin’. The money, the jewelry, the cars, the gold.. That’s what I LIVE FOR. I live for materialistic possessions because that’s what tells me, I fuckin’ made it!”
He continues to ice above his arm, starting to rub the ice pack up and down.
“For fifteen years of my life, I was NOTHIN’! I came from nothin’ and now I’m doin’ somethin’, yeah? First it started with football. I made my mark, and I worked my ass off. I caught everyone’s attention, I earned everyone’s respect. But while it made me tough, it helped me build a reputation, hell, it got me in touch with some of the finest fashionistas in the entire world.. It wasn’t what I wanted.”
Cosmo leans his head down, starting to untie his boots. As his head is down, his damp hair sticks on his forehead as beads of sweat drop to the floor. He finally rises it back up, letting out a deep exhale.
“THIS is what I want. THIS is what I need. Every week, every month, I travel the world in anticipation of some of the most thrill-seeking, most difficult nights of my life! I come across people, names, that I never woulda’ thought I woulda’ known! I get paid to punch people in the face, but that ain’t what drew me.. What drew me was the will to succeed, because damn it, I’M WILLIN’ TO KILL FOR THIS SHIT!”
Cosmo rises to his feet, pacing back and forth.
“My entire life has culminated to this. Bein’ out there on the world stage, with everyone free to judge you for your performances. There hasn’t been a moment in my life where I haven’t faced scrutiny. Havin’ to watch your back at every second because you dunno if you’re about to breathe your last breath! Havin’ to treat every, single, goddamn day like there’s no tomorrow - BECAUSE TOMORROW AIN’T GUARANTEED! And in this business? Wins and losses ain’t guaranteed either! So that’s why I gave my all, that’s why I ALWAYS give my all!”
He stops in his tracks, looking around the empty locker room. No one there, at all.
“Ain’t no one in here.. I’m talkin’ to myself..” He stops, chuckling. “But that’s what sets me ahead of the rest of the pack. NO ONE wants this as much as I do. Whether it’s on camera.. Whether it’s here, with no one watching.. I’m the fuckin’ man! In due time, no one will EVER forget that!”
Cosmo turns and walks over to his seat, plopping down and placing his hands on his thighs.
“Up next is Scars And Stripes. I’ve only been here for a coupla’ weeks.. But I gotta make my mark some way, somehow. Whether it’s wrestlin’ or not.. I’ll be on that damn show, and I will CONTINUE to push my agenda. I ain’t waitin’ for opportunities, I’m SNATCHIN’ THEM.”
The adrenaline finally starts to wear off for Cosmo. The excitement of earning his first Rampage victory starts to finally calm down, as Cosmo takes in the fact that his hard work has paid off. Soon, he’ll spend the rest of this week partying, networking - enjoying the fruits of his labor. But once that’s all said and done? He goes back to work, and he continues his goal of torching the competition.
Until then, Cosmo finally relaxes. He closes his eyes and shuts his mind… For him, everything starts to fade to black, as his pursuit for The Ecstasy Of Gold continues.
Cosmo stops at the chair where his gym bag lies on, and slides it down to the floor, next to his chair. He then plops down in the chair, breathing heavily. He checks his phone and looks at the outpouring amount of text messages, from old friends and family.
The only two texts he pays attention to is from his cousin, Bruce, who's still awaiting his GAMBIT debut. “good shit, come back to italy so we can party after my win” Cosmo looks at the text and smirks. He replies back, telling him that he’s down.
Cosmo swipes to the other text, of course, from his mother. “So proud of you, baby!!!” Of course, Cosmo replies to his mother, and he thanks her for everything she’s done, including getting him here.
With that said, Cosmo turns his phone off and places it on top of his gym bag.
First Rampage match. First Rampage victory. He looks up at the ceiling and weakly lets out a grin.
“I talked a big game.. I promised a dazzling debut.. I promised a victory, and I lived up to every single word that came outta’ my damn mouth.” He pauses, trying to recollect his thoughts.
Cosmo looks around the empty and dull locker room. Hardly any sound emits from the TV, which means it’s simply Cosmo and his own thoughts, alone.
“Fuck..” He groans, rubbing his arm. “My arm hurts - but that’s what this game is about, ain’t it? You give.. And you get. And aye, I gave a whole lot, and I got a whole lot back. I knew even for my debut, I was in for one helluva match - and Ashley Freeman was game for victory. Too bad, I threw ‘bout everything but the kitchen sink at her ass.”
Cosmo leans back in the chair, placing the ice pack above his elbow.
“With my first Rampage victory on the books, I don’t let off the gas pedal now. I’m out for gold, because without gold, I got nothin’. The money, the jewelry, the cars, the gold.. That’s what I LIVE FOR. I live for materialistic possessions because that’s what tells me, I fuckin’ made it!”
He continues to ice above his arm, starting to rub the ice pack up and down.
“For fifteen years of my life, I was NOTHIN’! I came from nothin’ and now I’m doin’ somethin’, yeah? First it started with football. I made my mark, and I worked my ass off. I caught everyone’s attention, I earned everyone’s respect. But while it made me tough, it helped me build a reputation, hell, it got me in touch with some of the finest fashionistas in the entire world.. It wasn’t what I wanted.”
Cosmo leans his head down, starting to untie his boots. As his head is down, his damp hair sticks on his forehead as beads of sweat drop to the floor. He finally rises it back up, letting out a deep exhale.
“THIS is what I want. THIS is what I need. Every week, every month, I travel the world in anticipation of some of the most thrill-seeking, most difficult nights of my life! I come across people, names, that I never woulda’ thought I woulda’ known! I get paid to punch people in the face, but that ain’t what drew me.. What drew me was the will to succeed, because damn it, I’M WILLIN’ TO KILL FOR THIS SHIT!”
Cosmo rises to his feet, pacing back and forth.
“My entire life has culminated to this. Bein’ out there on the world stage, with everyone free to judge you for your performances. There hasn’t been a moment in my life where I haven’t faced scrutiny. Havin’ to watch your back at every second because you dunno if you’re about to breathe your last breath! Havin’ to treat every, single, goddamn day like there’s no tomorrow - BECAUSE TOMORROW AIN’T GUARANTEED! And in this business? Wins and losses ain’t guaranteed either! So that’s why I gave my all, that’s why I ALWAYS give my all!”
He stops in his tracks, looking around the empty locker room. No one there, at all.
“Ain’t no one in here.. I’m talkin’ to myself..” He stops, chuckling. “But that’s what sets me ahead of the rest of the pack. NO ONE wants this as much as I do. Whether it’s on camera.. Whether it’s here, with no one watching.. I’m the fuckin’ man! In due time, no one will EVER forget that!”
Cosmo turns and walks over to his seat, plopping down and placing his hands on his thighs.
“Up next is Scars And Stripes. I’ve only been here for a coupla’ weeks.. But I gotta make my mark some way, somehow. Whether it’s wrestlin’ or not.. I’ll be on that damn show, and I will CONTINUE to push my agenda. I ain’t waitin’ for opportunities, I’m SNATCHIN’ THEM.”
The adrenaline finally starts to wear off for Cosmo. The excitement of earning his first Rampage victory starts to finally calm down, as Cosmo takes in the fact that his hard work has paid off. Soon, he’ll spend the rest of this week partying, networking - enjoying the fruits of his labor. But once that’s all said and done? He goes back to work, and he continues his goal of torching the competition.
Until then, Cosmo finally relaxes. He closes his eyes and shuts his mind… For him, everything starts to fade to black, as his pursuit for The Ecstasy Of Gold continues.
“IT’S AS GOOD AS GOLD.”
