Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2013 18:37:27 GMT -5
The scene opens to an undisclosed location somewhere in Orlando, Florida on a dark and stormy night. The camera reaches a pair of large iron gates, they slowly creak open and the camera enters the closed off area where lines upon lines of gravestones fill the place. The camera continues to enter further into the area before stopping in front of me dressed in a black Punisher shirt, a pair of black leather trousers, a pair of black boots, a pair of black leather gloves and a long black leather coat. I glare into the camera and outstretch my arms, tilting my head back slightly.
“The voice inside of my head asked me to release him…after months of keeping him locked away…after promising to myself to NEVER release him ever again…recent events have forced me to break the promise I made to myself…and I released him!”
I chuckle a little as a loud rumble of thunder echoes through the night sky, followed by a crack of lightning shooting across the sky behind me.
“And the voice inside of my head has led me back here…back to a place that I thought I would never EVER return too. My own personal graveyard…The Punisher’s Graveyard!”
I let out a maniacal laugh as once again a loud rumble of thunder sounds through the night sky followed by another crack of lightning.
“Since the beginning of my wrestling career…many foes have had their names placed into this very graveyard…everyone I have defeated over the years…you will find their names here in this graveyard! And come Sunday night at War…I will be adding the name of every single member of the WCF Roster to the names that are already written here in this graveyard…”
I kneel down between two gravestones and I rest my elbows on both of them, glaring into the camera with a sick smile on my face.
“And yes guys…I’m sorry it has to be this way…but your names are included also…”
Another rumble of thunder is heard and another crack of lightning can be seen which lights up the gravestones for a few seconds allowing the viewers to see the names on them read Seifer Black Armstrong and Eric Price. I stand to my feet and make my way towards the small wooden shack where I create the gravestones, I light a few candles to help light up the shack and four special gravestones can be seen set up on the table, these one’s, unlike the rest are shaped differently and have more than just a name on them.
“As you can all see, these are four gravestones that have more meaning than the rest of the gravestones that are out there…because you see…most of the names out there are simply there because those people are involved in the match and my business with them is just that…business. But these four here, these gravestones have more importance to them…these are the gravestones of the four people in this company…who I won’t just defeat on Sunday…I’ll make them all wish they were dead!”
The camera focuses in on the first gravestone which has a Punisher skull logo at the top and underneath, marked in the stone are the words ‘Here lies Lionheart, the steroid abusing freak of nature who thought it be wise to kidnap my pregnant wife and then go ahead and have a match with her, may he forever rot in Hell for all eternity’.
“The big bad Lionheart, the man who claims to be this monstrous behemoth who is an unstoppable force…yet he believes that to make himself a monstrous behemoth…he feels the need to kidnap a defenceless and heavily pregnant woman…before then facing off against her in a match!”
“HE MUST BE DESTROYED AT OUR HANDS!!!”
“And indeed he shall be…”
The camera moves along to the next gravestone, again like the previous one, at the top is a Punisher skull logo and engraved into it are the words, ‘Here lies Sarah Twilight, the ice queen who thought it be wise to endanger my heavily pregnant wife by forcing her to face off against the steroid abusing freak of nature, may he forever rot in Hell for all eternity’.
“The vindictive and evil queen bitch of the WCF Sarah Twilight, the woman who believes herself to be the greatest gift to this company…she cares for nobody but herself…morals do not exist in her vocabulary…the woman who was behind putting my wife in danger in the first place…”
“SHE MUST BE DESTROYED AT OUR HANDS!!!”
“And indeed she shall be…”
The camera then moves along to the third gravestone and we see the familiar Punisher skull logo at the top and engraved into the stone are the words, ‘Here lies Logan, the pathetic boudle who thought it be wise to threaten my family over social media and who wouldn’t grow a pair of balls and accept my challenge to a match, may he forever rot in Hell for all eternity’.
“The WCF’s chicken, the man who has had a lot of success in the past…won three War matches…yet is afraid to accept the challenge issued to him by a mere rookie? I would say he was a smart man to not accept my challenge, but the fact he threatened my family? Nobody who does that, is a smart person…and everybody who has ever done such a thing…has regretted it!”
“HE MUST BE DESTROYED AT OUR HANDS!!!”
“And indeed he shall be…”
The camera reaches the fourth and final gravestone and again there is the Punisher skull logo at the top and engraved beneath it are the words, ‘Here lies Lilith, the little bitch who like the pathetic boudle thought it be wise to threaten my family over social media and has claimed that one day I shall kill my family and join her by her side, may she forever rot in Hell for all eternity’.
“The recently returned sadistic leech who decided to stick onto me with her evil threatening claims over Twitter. Someone who clearly has no idea just who the Hell she is dealing with, and she shall suffer the punishment she deserves sooner rather than later!”
“SHE MUST BE DESTROYED AT OUR HANDS!!!”
“And indeed she shall be…”
The camera then focuses back on me as I glare into it, my icy cold blue eyes burning deep into the lens.
“WCF…you have all been warned…after recent weeks…these four certain Superstars have unleashed my inner demon…and every single last one of you will perish because of it! For when my inner demon is unleashed…I see no friends…I see no allies…I just see pain and punishment…and all of you shall suffer!”
I begin to make my way out of the wooden shack as another rumble of thunder followed by a crack of lightning can be seen and heard.
“I am The Punisher…and I’m here…to punish!”
I tilt my head back as the camera cuts to a bird’s eye view and I let out a maniacal laugh as the camera zooms away from me as the scene fades.
“The voice inside of my head asked me to release him…after months of keeping him locked away…after promising to myself to NEVER release him ever again…recent events have forced me to break the promise I made to myself…and I released him!”
I chuckle a little as a loud rumble of thunder echoes through the night sky, followed by a crack of lightning shooting across the sky behind me.
“And the voice inside of my head has led me back here…back to a place that I thought I would never EVER return too. My own personal graveyard…The Punisher’s Graveyard!”
I let out a maniacal laugh as once again a loud rumble of thunder sounds through the night sky followed by another crack of lightning.
“Since the beginning of my wrestling career…many foes have had their names placed into this very graveyard…everyone I have defeated over the years…you will find their names here in this graveyard! And come Sunday night at War…I will be adding the name of every single member of the WCF Roster to the names that are already written here in this graveyard…”
I kneel down between two gravestones and I rest my elbows on both of them, glaring into the camera with a sick smile on my face.
“And yes guys…I’m sorry it has to be this way…but your names are included also…”
Another rumble of thunder is heard and another crack of lightning can be seen which lights up the gravestones for a few seconds allowing the viewers to see the names on them read Seifer Black Armstrong and Eric Price. I stand to my feet and make my way towards the small wooden shack where I create the gravestones, I light a few candles to help light up the shack and four special gravestones can be seen set up on the table, these one’s, unlike the rest are shaped differently and have more than just a name on them.
“As you can all see, these are four gravestones that have more meaning than the rest of the gravestones that are out there…because you see…most of the names out there are simply there because those people are involved in the match and my business with them is just that…business. But these four here, these gravestones have more importance to them…these are the gravestones of the four people in this company…who I won’t just defeat on Sunday…I’ll make them all wish they were dead!”
The camera focuses in on the first gravestone which has a Punisher skull logo at the top and underneath, marked in the stone are the words ‘Here lies Lionheart, the steroid abusing freak of nature who thought it be wise to kidnap my pregnant wife and then go ahead and have a match with her, may he forever rot in Hell for all eternity’.
“The big bad Lionheart, the man who claims to be this monstrous behemoth who is an unstoppable force…yet he believes that to make himself a monstrous behemoth…he feels the need to kidnap a defenceless and heavily pregnant woman…before then facing off against her in a match!”
“HE MUST BE DESTROYED AT OUR HANDS!!!”
“And indeed he shall be…”
The camera moves along to the next gravestone, again like the previous one, at the top is a Punisher skull logo and engraved into it are the words, ‘Here lies Sarah Twilight, the ice queen who thought it be wise to endanger my heavily pregnant wife by forcing her to face off against the steroid abusing freak of nature, may he forever rot in Hell for all eternity’.
“The vindictive and evil queen bitch of the WCF Sarah Twilight, the woman who believes herself to be the greatest gift to this company…she cares for nobody but herself…morals do not exist in her vocabulary…the woman who was behind putting my wife in danger in the first place…”
“SHE MUST BE DESTROYED AT OUR HANDS!!!”
“And indeed she shall be…”
The camera then moves along to the third gravestone and we see the familiar Punisher skull logo at the top and engraved into the stone are the words, ‘Here lies Logan, the pathetic boudle who thought it be wise to threaten my family over social media and who wouldn’t grow a pair of balls and accept my challenge to a match, may he forever rot in Hell for all eternity’.
“The WCF’s chicken, the man who has had a lot of success in the past…won three War matches…yet is afraid to accept the challenge issued to him by a mere rookie? I would say he was a smart man to not accept my challenge, but the fact he threatened my family? Nobody who does that, is a smart person…and everybody who has ever done such a thing…has regretted it!”
“HE MUST BE DESTROYED AT OUR HANDS!!!”
“And indeed he shall be…”
The camera reaches the fourth and final gravestone and again there is the Punisher skull logo at the top and engraved beneath it are the words, ‘Here lies Lilith, the little bitch who like the pathetic boudle thought it be wise to threaten my family over social media and has claimed that one day I shall kill my family and join her by her side, may she forever rot in Hell for all eternity’.
“The recently returned sadistic leech who decided to stick onto me with her evil threatening claims over Twitter. Someone who clearly has no idea just who the Hell she is dealing with, and she shall suffer the punishment she deserves sooner rather than later!”
“SHE MUST BE DESTROYED AT OUR HANDS!!!”
“And indeed she shall be…”
The camera then focuses back on me as I glare into it, my icy cold blue eyes burning deep into the lens.
“WCF…you have all been warned…after recent weeks…these four certain Superstars have unleashed my inner demon…and every single last one of you will perish because of it! For when my inner demon is unleashed…I see no friends…I see no allies…I just see pain and punishment…and all of you shall suffer!”
I begin to make my way out of the wooden shack as another rumble of thunder followed by a crack of lightning can be seen and heard.
“I am The Punisher…and I’m here…to punish!”
I tilt my head back as the camera cuts to a bird’s eye view and I let out a maniacal laugh as the camera zooms away from me as the scene fades.
