Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2013 13:19:39 GMT -5
The scene opens to the Winnie Palmer Hospital in Orlando, Florida as I am sitting at the foot of my wife’s hospital bed, dressed in my usual attire consisting of a silver neck chain sported by a Punisher skull, the latest black short sleeved Punisher T-shirt, a pair of silver wrist chains, a custom black leather jacket with Punisher skull logo on the back, a pair of dark blue jeans with chains hanging down either side and a pair of black boots. The steady beep from the heart monitor rings through my head as I look at all the many tubes coming in and out of my wife’s body, my fists clench together as I feel the rage building inside of me, my blood boiling like molten lava as I begin to feel something I haven’t felt in a very long time. I get to my feet and enter the bathroom adjacent to the hospital room; I close the door behind me and lock it. I go to the sink and turn the cold water on, placing my hands in a cupping formation, I let the water fill my hands before I throw it over my face, I then glare up into the mirror at myself.
“Set me free again Matt…let me help you take down these people who are trying to ruin your life…OUR LIFE!”
I grab hold of my head in agony and shake my head.
“No! Not after what happened last time…I vowed to keep you locked away forever after what you made me do!”
“But what about your wife and newly born daughter? They may not survive…you need to unleash me once more!”
“My wife and daughter are strong! They’ll fight this and they’ll pull through!”
“If they do, how long do you think it will be before something else happens to them…what will Sarah Twilight do next? What will Lionheart do next? What will Logan do? They all need to be STOPPED!”
I feel another sharp pain in my head causing me to clutch it once again as I fall to one knee.
“GET OUT OF MY HEAD!”
Suddenly I snap back into reality as I hear a knock at the door, I get to my feet and turn the tap off before opening the door to find one of the intern doctors standing there.
“Mr Robinson, is everything okay?”
“Yeah, just had to use the bathroom…”
“Well there’s somebody on the phone for you, he said his name is Hank Brown, I presume you know who that is?”
“Yeah, I’ll take the call, thanks…”
I brush past the intern and exit the hospital room before heading down the corridor to the reception area where the phone is, I pick it up and put it to my ear.
“What is it Hank…”
“Matt, I’ve been trying to call you all week…”
“Yeah well I’ve been busy…you know…watching over my wife…”
“I know…how is she? How’s your daughter?”
“Stacy’s stable but hasn’t woken yet…and I haven’t been able to even see my daughter yet…”
“Well I hope everything works out…but anyway…sorry to bring this up but I’ve been asked to check if you’re actually going to be appearing for the big War match this Sunday...”
“Hank…my heads not in the right place to be answering any questions like that…”
“I’m sorry Matt, but management kinda needs to know…”
“Okay fine, tell them I will be there…”
“Great, so you’re going to be involved?”
“I don’t know…”
“But you just said…”
“Goodbye Hank…”
I slam the phone down and make my way out of the front doors of the hospital and walk over to the secluded smoking area. I remove my pack of cigarettes from my jacket pocket and take one out before placing it into my mouth, I then take out my lighter and light it, taking a large drag before exhaling slowly and watch as the smoke leaving my lungs dances through the sky before disappearing into nothing.
“Ever since the beginning of my wrestling career, back in 2008, I’ve had good times…I’ve had bad times…I’ve made many friends…and made many enemies…a lot of those enemies were once my friends who stabbed me in the back…I’ve won championships…and I’ve lost championships…”
I take another drag of my cigarette as I feel the nicotine working its way into my system making me feel relaxed.
“Back when I first debuted in the wrestling business, in my third match I became the WWA International Champion…the company’s second most prestigious championship. I would go onto have World Tag Team Championship success there too on four separate occasions; I became a Hall of Famer there and even had the chance to win the World Heavyweight Championship…before the company closed its doors in early 2009…”
I take yet another drag of my cigarette before sitting down on one of the available plastic seats.
“I would then join the NWA, a place I would be till earlier this year…the place I worked at until I joined WCF. In the NWA I would become the company’s first ever Grand Slam Champion, I became their first ever dual Hall of Famer…and now that the place is closing itself…I will be known as their record five time World Heavyweight Champion!”
I smirk a little as I think of everything that I have accomplished throughout my entire wrestling career before taking another drag of my cigarette.
“Now I know, that all of my past accomplishments mean nothing to the WCF…I know that it means nothing when it comes to whether or not I have an advantage going into something like this War match on Sunday night! But the real reason for this history lesson is to simply show the entire WCF Roster that even though I am a rookie to them…I’m simply letting them know that I am NOT a rookie who should be taken lightly!”
I glare sadistically into the camera, the rage once again beginning to build inside of me, my blood once again beginning to boil.
“You know, I’ve heard on so many occasions, people who face me, they say they will take me to Hell…when in reality…I’ve already been to Hell…I’ve been to Hell and back more times than any normal human being could physically deal with! I’ve been on the brink of suicide on more than one occasion! I’ve been addicted to alcohol and drugs in the past, because of the Hell that I have been through!”
I feel like I am about to burst before I take another drag of my cigarette and manage to calm down a little.
“Let this be a warning to you all…and I hate to say this Seifer…Eric…but this includes the two of you as well. I have once again been to Hell and back…and if I do decide to be at War on Sunday…I won’t just be there to try and win that match and walk out as the new World Champion…oh no…I’ll be out there to hurt! Of course, there will be certain people I will be gunning for, people like Sarah Twilight…Steeltoe Joe…Jonathan Jakobs…Nathan von Liebert…Lionheart…Logan…and just recently…Lilith. But it’s every man for himself…and my head is in an evil place so if you’re in my way…you WILL get hurt!”
I take one final drag of my cigarette before standing to my feet; I drop the butt onto the floor and stub it out with my foot.
“I’ll leave you all with one final thing…perhaps it would be safer for you all…if I didn’t take part in this match on Sunday!”
I then disappear off camera as the scene fades.
“Set me free again Matt…let me help you take down these people who are trying to ruin your life…OUR LIFE!”
I grab hold of my head in agony and shake my head.
“No! Not after what happened last time…I vowed to keep you locked away forever after what you made me do!”
“But what about your wife and newly born daughter? They may not survive…you need to unleash me once more!”
“My wife and daughter are strong! They’ll fight this and they’ll pull through!”
“If they do, how long do you think it will be before something else happens to them…what will Sarah Twilight do next? What will Lionheart do next? What will Logan do? They all need to be STOPPED!”
I feel another sharp pain in my head causing me to clutch it once again as I fall to one knee.
“GET OUT OF MY HEAD!”
Suddenly I snap back into reality as I hear a knock at the door, I get to my feet and turn the tap off before opening the door to find one of the intern doctors standing there.
“Mr Robinson, is everything okay?”
“Yeah, just had to use the bathroom…”
“Well there’s somebody on the phone for you, he said his name is Hank Brown, I presume you know who that is?”
“Yeah, I’ll take the call, thanks…”
I brush past the intern and exit the hospital room before heading down the corridor to the reception area where the phone is, I pick it up and put it to my ear.
“What is it Hank…”
“Matt, I’ve been trying to call you all week…”
“Yeah well I’ve been busy…you know…watching over my wife…”
“I know…how is she? How’s your daughter?”
“Stacy’s stable but hasn’t woken yet…and I haven’t been able to even see my daughter yet…”
“Well I hope everything works out…but anyway…sorry to bring this up but I’ve been asked to check if you’re actually going to be appearing for the big War match this Sunday...”
“Hank…my heads not in the right place to be answering any questions like that…”
“I’m sorry Matt, but management kinda needs to know…”
“Okay fine, tell them I will be there…”
“Great, so you’re going to be involved?”
“I don’t know…”
“But you just said…”
“Goodbye Hank…”
I slam the phone down and make my way out of the front doors of the hospital and walk over to the secluded smoking area. I remove my pack of cigarettes from my jacket pocket and take one out before placing it into my mouth, I then take out my lighter and light it, taking a large drag before exhaling slowly and watch as the smoke leaving my lungs dances through the sky before disappearing into nothing.
“Ever since the beginning of my wrestling career, back in 2008, I’ve had good times…I’ve had bad times…I’ve made many friends…and made many enemies…a lot of those enemies were once my friends who stabbed me in the back…I’ve won championships…and I’ve lost championships…”
I take another drag of my cigarette as I feel the nicotine working its way into my system making me feel relaxed.
“Back when I first debuted in the wrestling business, in my third match I became the WWA International Champion…the company’s second most prestigious championship. I would go onto have World Tag Team Championship success there too on four separate occasions; I became a Hall of Famer there and even had the chance to win the World Heavyweight Championship…before the company closed its doors in early 2009…”
I take yet another drag of my cigarette before sitting down on one of the available plastic seats.
“I would then join the NWA, a place I would be till earlier this year…the place I worked at until I joined WCF. In the NWA I would become the company’s first ever Grand Slam Champion, I became their first ever dual Hall of Famer…and now that the place is closing itself…I will be known as their record five time World Heavyweight Champion!”
I smirk a little as I think of everything that I have accomplished throughout my entire wrestling career before taking another drag of my cigarette.
“Now I know, that all of my past accomplishments mean nothing to the WCF…I know that it means nothing when it comes to whether or not I have an advantage going into something like this War match on Sunday night! But the real reason for this history lesson is to simply show the entire WCF Roster that even though I am a rookie to them…I’m simply letting them know that I am NOT a rookie who should be taken lightly!”
I glare sadistically into the camera, the rage once again beginning to build inside of me, my blood once again beginning to boil.
“You know, I’ve heard on so many occasions, people who face me, they say they will take me to Hell…when in reality…I’ve already been to Hell…I’ve been to Hell and back more times than any normal human being could physically deal with! I’ve been on the brink of suicide on more than one occasion! I’ve been addicted to alcohol and drugs in the past, because of the Hell that I have been through!”
I feel like I am about to burst before I take another drag of my cigarette and manage to calm down a little.
“Let this be a warning to you all…and I hate to say this Seifer…Eric…but this includes the two of you as well. I have once again been to Hell and back…and if I do decide to be at War on Sunday…I won’t just be there to try and win that match and walk out as the new World Champion…oh no…I’ll be out there to hurt! Of course, there will be certain people I will be gunning for, people like Sarah Twilight…Steeltoe Joe…Jonathan Jakobs…Nathan von Liebert…Lionheart…Logan…and just recently…Lilith. But it’s every man for himself…and my head is in an evil place so if you’re in my way…you WILL get hurt!”
I take one final drag of my cigarette before standing to my feet; I drop the butt onto the floor and stub it out with my foot.
“I’ll leave you all with one final thing…perhaps it would be safer for you all…if I didn’t take part in this match on Sunday!”
I then disappear off camera as the scene fades.