Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2013 13:01:08 GMT -5
ON CAMERA
The scene opens to an undisclosed location with the camera zoomed in on the front of a black podium; on the front of the podium is the ‘Justice’ logo. The camera slowly zooms out as I can be seen standing behind the podium dressed in a pair of black rocker boots, a pair of dark blue jeans and a black ‘Justice’ T-shirt and I am facing my fellow tag team partner, Seifer Black Armstrong who is dressed in a pair of black Doc Martin’s, a pair of black leather pants and a black ‘Justice’ T-shirt. The two of us have a bottle of water each and we’re dipping our fingers into the bottles and dabbing the water onto our faces underneath our eyes. After a few moments, Seifer glances towards the camera and quickly nudges me, we both then drop the water bottles and turn to the camera and begin fake crying as Seifer wails out.
“I can’t believe it’s come to an end already! I’m out of a job! Justice are done for!”
I wrap my arms around him giving him a hug as we continue fake crying before I reply with.
“We had a good run dude…that’s all that matters…I’ll never forget you…”
Suddenly Seifer breaks away from me and looks at me as if he just had an idea, he then states.
“Wait a second…maybe if we apologise to the people we’ve wronged since we’ve been here…maybe I can get my job back!”
I smile and pat him on the back three times before exclaiming.
“Seifer my friend, you are a genius…”
He gives me a smug smile as I stroke my beard thinking, I then ask.
“So who have we wronged?”
Seifer begins stroking his chin thinking himself, he then chimes up with.
“Jonny Fly! We said he was a paper champion and said the only reason why he’s the World Champ is because of him and Sarah Twilight being fuck buddies!”
I nod, remembering what Seifer is talking about and I say.
“Yeah, so Jonny Fly, we apologise for saying that, we know that you are truly the greatest wrestler in the WCF today…”
Seifer then butts in with.
“And he’s the greatest World Champion in WCF history…”
I nod in agreement before stating.
“Very true, so Jonny, we’re sorry. Now, who else was there?”
Seifer begins tapping his fingers on the podium, once again thinking; suddenly he scares the living Hell out of me when he yells out.
“SARAH TWILIGHT OF COURSE!”
I jump slightly before placing my hand on the chest and then slapping him across the back of the head with my free hand and shout to him.
“Don’t scare me like that again you jackass! Are you trying to give me a fecking heart attack?”
Seifer looks to the ground and shakes his head slowly looking really guilty and upset before he calmly responds with.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean too…”
I feel sorry for him, the guy’s got no job and he’s my friend, I can’t stay mad at him. I pat him softly on the shoulder and say.
“It’s okay Seifer, I forgive you. But anyway, yes, Sarah Twilight, we’re sorry for undermining your authority…we’re sorry for wasting your time by failing to defeat the best this company has to offer…”
Again, Seifer chimes in and exclaims.
“And we’re sorry for not recognising that Sarah Twilight is the greatest Owner this company has ever seen!”
I nod again before stating.
“Yes indeed, the greatest Owner of all time…”
Both of us then look into the camera with huge grins on our faces. After a few moments, we begin looking around sheepishly as if we’ve forgotten something; Seifer then nudges me and mutters to me under his breath.
“This is the part when you’re supposed to do the thing…you know…the thing…”
I look at him confused, how the Hell am I meant to figure out what ‘the thing’ is? Suddenly however, I remember exactly what ‘the thing’ was and say.
“Oh right yeah…”
I turn to the camera and then continue.
“Yes, as well as apologise to you Sarah…we’re also here to thank you…”
Both of our expressions slowly turn from happy to serious and angry before Seifer follows up with.
“Yes Sarah, thank you for reminding us…just who the Hell we are!”
I smirk sadistically before stating.
“Exactly, thanks for reminding us that we are two of the most sadistic sons o’ bitches that EVER stepped into a wrestling ring!”
I step to the side slightly and point to Seifer and say.
“This…is the Angel of Judgement! The man who is unstoppable and damn near impossible to hurt when the demons within him are awoken! The man who had the longest World title reign in NWA history, holding it for two hundred and ten days! The man who is an NWA Hall of Famer! Seifer…Black…Armstrong!”
He smirks sadistically as I point to myself before continuing.
“I…am The Punisher! The man who has dealt with psychotic former friends and siblings trying to kill me and ruin my life but still overcame them! The man who held the NWA World title a record five times! The man who became their first ever Grand Slam Champion! The man who is a dual NWA Hall of Famer! Matthew…Robinson!”
The camera slowly begins to zoom towards our faces, a fire rages inside of the two of us and Seifer says.
“I can guarantee you that this will not be the last time you shall see me here in the WCF!”
I nod slowly before I exclaim.
“And I can guarantee you that you Sarah, will suffer a fate worse than death once we get our hands on you! Sooner or later…JUSTICE…WILL…BE SERVED!”
We continue to glare into the camera, seething as the scene fades.
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ON CAMERA
The scene re-opens to the Pepsi Center in Denver, Colorado to the interview area where I am sitting here dressed in a pair of black rocker boots, a pair of dark blue jeans, a black ‘Punisher’ T-shirt and a black leather biker jacket. Sitting opposite me dressed in a dark grey suit, a white shirt, a blue tie and a pair of black leather polished shoes is Hank Brown, he looks into the camera and smiles before opening with.
“Hello WCF fans and welcome to this WCF.com Exclusive with me, Hank Brown, and joining me at this time is none other than ‘The Punisher’ Matthew Robinson…thanks for joining me Matthew…”
I smile to the camera and nod towards Hank before replying with.
“Not a problem Hank, always happy to have an interview…”
Hank reaches into his inside pocket of his blazer and pulls out a notepad and begins looking through it before asking me his first question.
“I wish to start off with the events of last week on Slam, first of all, your match against Steve Orbit, what is your take on how that match ended?”
I chuckle slightly, sitting back and crossing my legs and folding my arms before retorting.
“Bottom line with what transpired last week was simple, Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit used the no disqualification ruling to their advantage because neither man knew deep down that they would be able to defeat either myself or Seifer last week, so when I was about to finish Steve off with the Total Punishment, Jonny tripped me up which then led to Steve hitting me with the Pimp Slap followed by the Honey Dip which resulted in me losing the match…”
Hank nods before quickly retorting with a question off the top of his head.
“And your thoughts on what happened after the match when Fly beat you down?”
I slowly crack my neck as the thoughts of the beat down from the so-called World Champion replay through my mind before I respond.
“Clearly we’re proving to Sarah Twilight that we are a huge threat, bigger than she ever imagined us to be! Think about it Hank, before when we first started here, we were immediately against Sarah as Owner but she didn’t give a shit about what we were saying or doing…but now? She has us beaten down by Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit and has Seifer fired? Yeah, Sarah’s starting to run scared, and running scared is exactly what she should be doing because no matter how many times these stuck up, ignorant, egotistical bastards fail to recognise what we are capable of…the more we will keep proving them wrong!”
Hank scratches his chin slightly before going back to his notes and asking me his next question.
“Well even though Miss Twilight’s original plan was to fire both you and Seifer if he lost to Jonny Fly last week on Slam, she decided to only fire Seifer and this Sunday is Pot Luck Slam where a certain amount of Superstars are booked however they don’t know who against. You are one of those Superstars booked, what are your thoughts?”
I let out a small laugh thinking to myself, what the Hell does he think I’m going to be thinking? I then answer with.
“C’mon Hank…what the Hell do you think I’m thinking is going to happen? Sarah Twilight’s said she’s going to ruin my life…looking at the people booked…I wouldn’t be surprised if I was booked against John Gable and Benjamin Atreyu in a two on one Handicap match. Hell, she’ll probably put me against those two along with Steve Orbit and Jonny Fly in a four on one Handicap match. But you see Hank, I don’t care who I’m put against, or who I’m teamed up with…I’m going to go into whatever match I am put in this Sunday and I will fight with all my power to come out the victor, I don’t give a fuck who I’m against, I don’t give a fuck how many people I face…I never walk away from any challenge that’s put in front of me!”
Hank sits back in his chair looking at me before asking me one final question.
“Okay then, do you have any final words for Sarah, your possible opponents or both?”
I sit forward and glare into the camera before exclaiming.
“Yeah! Fuck you Sarah Twilight! And as for my possible opponents, The Punisher is here…and he’s here to punish!”
I then get to my feet and disappear off camera view leaving Hank alone as the scene fades.
The scene opens to an undisclosed location with the camera zoomed in on the front of a black podium; on the front of the podium is the ‘Justice’ logo. The camera slowly zooms out as I can be seen standing behind the podium dressed in a pair of black rocker boots, a pair of dark blue jeans and a black ‘Justice’ T-shirt and I am facing my fellow tag team partner, Seifer Black Armstrong who is dressed in a pair of black Doc Martin’s, a pair of black leather pants and a black ‘Justice’ T-shirt. The two of us have a bottle of water each and we’re dipping our fingers into the bottles and dabbing the water onto our faces underneath our eyes. After a few moments, Seifer glances towards the camera and quickly nudges me, we both then drop the water bottles and turn to the camera and begin fake crying as Seifer wails out.
“I can’t believe it’s come to an end already! I’m out of a job! Justice are done for!”
I wrap my arms around him giving him a hug as we continue fake crying before I reply with.
“We had a good run dude…that’s all that matters…I’ll never forget you…”
Suddenly Seifer breaks away from me and looks at me as if he just had an idea, he then states.
“Wait a second…maybe if we apologise to the people we’ve wronged since we’ve been here…maybe I can get my job back!”
I smile and pat him on the back three times before exclaiming.
“Seifer my friend, you are a genius…”
He gives me a smug smile as I stroke my beard thinking, I then ask.
“So who have we wronged?”
Seifer begins stroking his chin thinking himself, he then chimes up with.
“Jonny Fly! We said he was a paper champion and said the only reason why he’s the World Champ is because of him and Sarah Twilight being fuck buddies!”
I nod, remembering what Seifer is talking about and I say.
“Yeah, so Jonny Fly, we apologise for saying that, we know that you are truly the greatest wrestler in the WCF today…”
Seifer then butts in with.
“And he’s the greatest World Champion in WCF history…”
I nod in agreement before stating.
“Very true, so Jonny, we’re sorry. Now, who else was there?”
Seifer begins tapping his fingers on the podium, once again thinking; suddenly he scares the living Hell out of me when he yells out.
“SARAH TWILIGHT OF COURSE!”
I jump slightly before placing my hand on the chest and then slapping him across the back of the head with my free hand and shout to him.
“Don’t scare me like that again you jackass! Are you trying to give me a fecking heart attack?”
Seifer looks to the ground and shakes his head slowly looking really guilty and upset before he calmly responds with.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean too…”
I feel sorry for him, the guy’s got no job and he’s my friend, I can’t stay mad at him. I pat him softly on the shoulder and say.
“It’s okay Seifer, I forgive you. But anyway, yes, Sarah Twilight, we’re sorry for undermining your authority…we’re sorry for wasting your time by failing to defeat the best this company has to offer…”
Again, Seifer chimes in and exclaims.
“And we’re sorry for not recognising that Sarah Twilight is the greatest Owner this company has ever seen!”
I nod again before stating.
“Yes indeed, the greatest Owner of all time…”
Both of us then look into the camera with huge grins on our faces. After a few moments, we begin looking around sheepishly as if we’ve forgotten something; Seifer then nudges me and mutters to me under his breath.
“This is the part when you’re supposed to do the thing…you know…the thing…”
I look at him confused, how the Hell am I meant to figure out what ‘the thing’ is? Suddenly however, I remember exactly what ‘the thing’ was and say.
“Oh right yeah…”
I turn to the camera and then continue.
“Yes, as well as apologise to you Sarah…we’re also here to thank you…”
Both of our expressions slowly turn from happy to serious and angry before Seifer follows up with.
“Yes Sarah, thank you for reminding us…just who the Hell we are!”
I smirk sadistically before stating.
“Exactly, thanks for reminding us that we are two of the most sadistic sons o’ bitches that EVER stepped into a wrestling ring!”
I step to the side slightly and point to Seifer and say.
“This…is the Angel of Judgement! The man who is unstoppable and damn near impossible to hurt when the demons within him are awoken! The man who had the longest World title reign in NWA history, holding it for two hundred and ten days! The man who is an NWA Hall of Famer! Seifer…Black…Armstrong!”
He smirks sadistically as I point to myself before continuing.
“I…am The Punisher! The man who has dealt with psychotic former friends and siblings trying to kill me and ruin my life but still overcame them! The man who held the NWA World title a record five times! The man who became their first ever Grand Slam Champion! The man who is a dual NWA Hall of Famer! Matthew…Robinson!”
The camera slowly begins to zoom towards our faces, a fire rages inside of the two of us and Seifer says.
“I can guarantee you that this will not be the last time you shall see me here in the WCF!”
I nod slowly before I exclaim.
“And I can guarantee you that you Sarah, will suffer a fate worse than death once we get our hands on you! Sooner or later…JUSTICE…WILL…BE SERVED!”
We continue to glare into the camera, seething as the scene fades.
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ON CAMERA
The scene re-opens to the Pepsi Center in Denver, Colorado to the interview area where I am sitting here dressed in a pair of black rocker boots, a pair of dark blue jeans, a black ‘Punisher’ T-shirt and a black leather biker jacket. Sitting opposite me dressed in a dark grey suit, a white shirt, a blue tie and a pair of black leather polished shoes is Hank Brown, he looks into the camera and smiles before opening with.
“Hello WCF fans and welcome to this WCF.com Exclusive with me, Hank Brown, and joining me at this time is none other than ‘The Punisher’ Matthew Robinson…thanks for joining me Matthew…”
I smile to the camera and nod towards Hank before replying with.
“Not a problem Hank, always happy to have an interview…”
Hank reaches into his inside pocket of his blazer and pulls out a notepad and begins looking through it before asking me his first question.
“I wish to start off with the events of last week on Slam, first of all, your match against Steve Orbit, what is your take on how that match ended?”
I chuckle slightly, sitting back and crossing my legs and folding my arms before retorting.
“Bottom line with what transpired last week was simple, Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit used the no disqualification ruling to their advantage because neither man knew deep down that they would be able to defeat either myself or Seifer last week, so when I was about to finish Steve off with the Total Punishment, Jonny tripped me up which then led to Steve hitting me with the Pimp Slap followed by the Honey Dip which resulted in me losing the match…”
Hank nods before quickly retorting with a question off the top of his head.
“And your thoughts on what happened after the match when Fly beat you down?”
I slowly crack my neck as the thoughts of the beat down from the so-called World Champion replay through my mind before I respond.
“Clearly we’re proving to Sarah Twilight that we are a huge threat, bigger than she ever imagined us to be! Think about it Hank, before when we first started here, we were immediately against Sarah as Owner but she didn’t give a shit about what we were saying or doing…but now? She has us beaten down by Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit and has Seifer fired? Yeah, Sarah’s starting to run scared, and running scared is exactly what she should be doing because no matter how many times these stuck up, ignorant, egotistical bastards fail to recognise what we are capable of…the more we will keep proving them wrong!”
Hank scratches his chin slightly before going back to his notes and asking me his next question.
“Well even though Miss Twilight’s original plan was to fire both you and Seifer if he lost to Jonny Fly last week on Slam, she decided to only fire Seifer and this Sunday is Pot Luck Slam where a certain amount of Superstars are booked however they don’t know who against. You are one of those Superstars booked, what are your thoughts?”
I let out a small laugh thinking to myself, what the Hell does he think I’m going to be thinking? I then answer with.
“C’mon Hank…what the Hell do you think I’m thinking is going to happen? Sarah Twilight’s said she’s going to ruin my life…looking at the people booked…I wouldn’t be surprised if I was booked against John Gable and Benjamin Atreyu in a two on one Handicap match. Hell, she’ll probably put me against those two along with Steve Orbit and Jonny Fly in a four on one Handicap match. But you see Hank, I don’t care who I’m put against, or who I’m teamed up with…I’m going to go into whatever match I am put in this Sunday and I will fight with all my power to come out the victor, I don’t give a fuck who I’m against, I don’t give a fuck how many people I face…I never walk away from any challenge that’s put in front of me!”
Hank sits back in his chair looking at me before asking me one final question.
“Okay then, do you have any final words for Sarah, your possible opponents or both?”
I sit forward and glare into the camera before exclaiming.
“Yeah! Fuck you Sarah Twilight! And as for my possible opponents, The Punisher is here…and he’s here to punish!”
I then get to my feet and disappear off camera view leaving Hank alone as the scene fades.
