Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2013 14:13:29 GMT -5
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The scene opens as Chelsea and I enter the seafood restaurant, Landry’s in Corpus Christi, Texas. I’m dressed in my black leather biker jacket, a black Punisher shirt, a pair of dark blue denim jeans and a pair of black rocker boots and Chelsea is dressed in a black leather jacket, a loose fitting black top with images of skulls on it, a pair of skin tight blue denim jeans, various wrist accessories and a pair of black high heeled stilettos. Moments after we enter the restaurant, a waiter approaches us and asks.
“Welcome to Landry’s, table for two is it?”
I nod and the waiter smiles and takes two menu’s off of a small table before continuing.
“Follow me please…”
The two of us follow the waiter to a small table with chairs either side, the waiter pulls one of the chairs out for Chelsea and I wait for her to take her seat before I take mine. The waiter then hands us a menu each before taking out a small pad of paper and a pen and asks.
“And what would you like to drink this evening?”
I look over to Chelsea as she scans through what I’m guessing is the wine list, she’s like Stacy with wine, I’ve tried the stuff myself and personally I can’t stand the taste. After a few short moments, she looks up to the waiter with a smile on her face and responds with.
“I'll take a glass of the Kendall-Jackson, Vitners Reserve…”
The waiter nods before writing it down and then turning to me and stating.
“And for you Sir?”
I quickly scan through the other available alcoholic beverages available before then replying with.
“I’ll have a pint of Carlsberg please…”
Again, the waiter nods and before he leaves says.
“Okay I’ll get those drinks for you now to give you some time to have a look at what you would like to eat and I shall take your orders when I return…”
Both Chelsea and I nod and the waiter walks off towards the kitchen area, I look at Chelsea and she looks back at me and I let out a small chuckle before stating.
“Hope this doesn’t seem too much, I bet considering how we’re so similarly dressed, people here would think we were married…”
Laughing Chelsea nods before smiling and replying with.
"It's fine, it actually feels nice to have a dinner out. Seifer and I haven't been out in a while; we're ones to like to stay in...and it's tough with Shelley still being young. Always nervous she'll make a scene in a place like this."
I pick up the menu again and have a look at what’s available to eat whilst nodding as I state.
“Yeah I know the feeling, I’d imagine Seifer and Stace must be having a nice time together looking after Shelley, the moment I told her I was going out for dinner with you she was like, okay I’ll go and see Seifer and Shelley…she misses Nick and Chelsea so much.”
Chelsea smiles before saying.
"I can't imagine how she's feeling...I don't think Seifer and I would have stayed this strong if Shelley hadn't been here with us. I do have to say though...she seems to love her visits from Stacy, have you seen the way her face lights up when she sees you two? It's so cute."
I laugh a little, nodding as I retort with.
“Yeah, she certainly loves her Uncle Matt and Aunty Stacy…so anyway…see anything you fancy?”
She scans the menu before responding.
"Hmmm...the coconut shrimp sounds interesting, maybe tie it in with a salad. Does anything jump out at you?”
I let out a small chuckle and then say.
“Well my old British roots are forcing me to go for a good old English dish, fish and chips. For starters, I might have a classic shrimp cocktail…”
She nods before stating.
"Can't go wrong with either of those, sound like pretty good choices to me."
As she says this, the waiter from earlier returns with our drinks and places them on the table and says.
“A glass of Kendall-Jackson, Vitners Reserve for you Madame, and a pint of Carlsberg for you Sir. Are you ready to order your meals?”
I nod and say.
“Yes we are thank you…”
I take a drink of my lager and the waiter takes the little notepad out with his pen and looks over to Chelsea and asks.
“What would you like Madame?”
After another quick scan through the menu, just in case she notices something else she may prefer, she looks up to the waiter and says.
"I would like a Caesar Salad and the Coconut Shrimp please."
The waiter nods and writes down her order before turning to me and asking.
“And for you Sir?”
I nod and respond with.
“Yes I’ll have the Shrimp Cocktail for my starter and the Fish and Chips for my main please…”
The waiter nods again and writes down my order before collecting the menu’s from us and saying.
“Thank you, if you need anything else, my name is Antonio and I’ll be your waiter this evening…”
We both smile and nod towards Antonio before he once again heads back towards the kitchen area. I take another swig of my lager before asking Chelsea.
“How’s your wine?”
She takes a sip and seems pleasantly surprised and says.
"It's very good actually, it's the first time I've had this type. I'll have to remember the name for later and make Seifer buy me some...although he tends to already have a good taste when it comes to that stuff. How is your drink?"
I smirk a little and say.
“Well it tastes like a Carlsberg so I guess that’s a plus…it’s much nicer from a glass than a can. Oh, the dinner’s on me tonight so no need to worry about paying…”
She takes another sip of her wine before stating.
"That's good and are you sure Matt? You really don't have to do that; I can pay for my own."
I nod as I lightly scratch my beard and say.
“I know you can pay for your own, but this is my treat to you…”
Taking yet another sip of her wine she then replies with.
"Well thank you, I'll have to treat you some other time then."
I smile and take yet another swig of my Carlsberg before stating.
“Sounds like a plan, anyway, would you excuse me for a moment, I need to go and use the little boy’s room…”
She nods and quickly responds with.
"Of course, go right ahead."
I smile before getting to my feet and quickly scanning around the restaurant looking for the restrooms before noticing them and making my way towards the gentlemen’s one. I enter it and make my way over to the sink and turn on the tap, I cup my hands under the cool running water and then splash it over my face. As I turn the tap off and wipe my face with a paper towel, I feel my inner demon being released and he says to me.
“You need me Matthew; you need to once again release me to make everyone suffer for what they have done!”
I crumple the paper towel in my hand and throw it into the trash can before looking into the mirror and saying.
“Everyone? Not everyone needs to suffer…only a few…”
My inner demon laughs demonically before stating.
“Regardless, you need to release me once again, you and I both know that Chelsea will be releasing the Mistress of Darkness, you need to release The Punisher…THE REAL PUNISHER!”
I smirk sadistically into the camera when my attention is diverted as one of the other customers at the restaurant enters the restroom, I then begin making my way towards the door and the other man holds the door open for me, we both acknowledge one another with a nod and I exit the restroom and thank him.
“Cheers…”
I then make my way back over to Chelsea and our table, just as our meals have arrived, I re-take my seat and we continue chatting away and eating our dinners as the scene fades.
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The scene re-opens to the American Bank Center in Corpus Christi, Texas in the interview room where I am sat dressed in my black leather biker jacket, a black Punisher shirt, a pair of dark blue denim jeans and a pair of black rocker boots. Sitting opposite me dressed in a dark grey suit, a white shirt, a light blue tie and a pair of black leather polished shoes is WCF Interviewer, Hank Brown. He looks into the camera and smiles before opening with.
“Welcome ladies and gentlemen to this WCF.com Exclusive with me, Hank Brown. My guest tonight is none other than ‘The Punisher’ Matthew Robinson, thanks for joining me tonight Matthew…”
I smile towards the camera before responding to Hank.
“My pleasure Hank…”
Hank, as usual, goes to his trusty notepad as he looks through it and asks his first question.
“Well last week Matthew was Pot Luck Slam where nobody knew what kind of match they would be having, as well as not knowing who they were facing that night. When it came to it, you ended up having a Television Championship Ladder match, against your friend, Chelsea Black Armstrong. How did you feel when you first found out?”
I chuckle a little before saying.
“I honestly didn’t have much time to think about it because we literally found out right before we were set to go out. But as I was making my way down to the ring and was looking at her in the ring, I started to focus and think to myself, okay, she’s going to be coming at me with even more ferociousness than usual, what with Seifer being fired and with this crap going on with someone stalking Shelley, and I was also thinking about doing my best to beat her and taking the Television Championship from her. It was my second ever championship match since joining WCF, my first was actually for the same title against Jeff Purse, but thanks to Brandon Stevens, I lost that match, just like I lost last week too.”
Hank nods before going ahead and asking his next question.
“Well on this past Wednesday Night, one of WCF’s veterans, Oblivion, seems to have called you out and you recently responded where you accepted Oblivions challenge. Why do you think Oblivion has targeted you?”
I sit back in my chair and stroke my beard a little whilst thinking, I then respond with.
“Well for some reason, Oblivion thinks I’m being disrespectful to him along with the other veterans of this company, when that is far from the truth. The only veterans in this company that I have been disrespectful too are Sarah Twilight, Steve Orbit and Jonny Fly, but that’s simply because they don’t deserve my respect. I don’t give a damn if Sarah’s in charge or not, the moment she decided to place my heavily pregnant wife into a match, I was never going to show her any respect. If it hadn’t been for Eric Price, we probably would have lost another child, now Eric Price; he is a veteran in this company I do respect. I don’t respect Steve Orbit for the things he has said about my wife, and I don’t respect Jonny Fly because he’s a phoney and the only reason why he’s the current World Heavyweight Champion is because he’s Twilight’s lap dog. If Oblivion wants to believe that my friends and I are disrespecting him and the other WCF veterans, just because we disagree with the way Twilight does business, and just because we stand up for what we believe is wrong, then fine…like I said…I’ll happily take on Oblivion any time…any place…anywhere…”
Hanks nods, happy with my answer, he quickly checks his notes before proceeding with his next question.
“Well moving onto this week and you find yourself in a very interesting predicament that see’s you teaming up with Chelsea and your opponents are Tasha Lavondyss and Denise D’evil…with the added stipulation that of course, with Chelsea being the Television Champion, her title will be on the line therefore she will be relying on you just as much as relying on herself, to be able to walk out with the title still in her possession, what are your thoughts on this?”
I cross my legs and fold my arms, tilting my head to the side slightly whilst again thinking, I then respond with.
“Well in terms of the actual match, the fact I get to team with a woman I consider the sister I never had is a great feeling, I mean, she’s been more of a sister to me than my biological brothers were ever brothers to me. But there’s another reason why it feels great to be teaming with her, and that’s the fact that I am teaming with one of the greatest female competitors that I have ever known, and I truly mean that, not because she’s my friend but because she beat me to win her first and only NWA World Heavyweight title, because she was a multiple time NWA Starlet’s Champion and held that title longer than any other woman in the company…not to mention that she was the main instigator in allowing women the right to fight men and for other championships in the NWA as well, something I have always admired her for. She is truly one of the best, and she’s already proven that by winning the Television Championship so soon in her career here in the WCF, it’ll truly be an honour to wrestle alongside her, and after the beating she gave me last week, I’d bloody well prefer being on her side than against her…”
I let out a little laugh, and so does Hank as I continue.
“As for facing Tasha and Denise, I don’t really know much about them other than Denise will be wanting to start rebuilding some kind of momentum after suffering a tough loss when she was defeated by Jorge Diaz and Diablo Calzone when she was teamed up with Donald Deruty, whereas Tasha will be wanting to keep her momentum going after being on the winning team when she along with Makayla Cooper, Eric Price and Jason Weslow defeated Logan, John Gable, Ryan Rhodes and Chris Sydal in a very impressive eight person tag team match…”
I scratch under my chin slightly before continuing.
“But the stipulation is interesting but annoying at the same time, the last thing I would want, especially with the way Chels is feeling with what she’s had to deal with lately, the last thing I would want is for her to lose the Television Championship, because of me. That’s the only thing that bothers me; I know Tasha and Denise are tough competitors, so I know the match will certainly be a tough one. I’ve always gone into a match with one hundred percent focus on walking out the winner…but with what’s on the line…I’m going to have to go into this match with more than just one hundred percent focus. Not for me, but for Chels…”
Hank nods before placing his notepad back into his pocket and turning to the camera with a smile on his face and exclaims.
“Well everyone, that’s it for tonight on this WCF.com Exclusive, thanks to my guest Matthew Robinson, good luck on Sunday. And thanks to you all at home for watching, I’ve been Hank Brown, see you next time. Goodnight.”
The camera slowly pans away from us whilst we continue to chat as the scene fades.
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The scene re-opens to an unknown location as I can be seen in a dark muddy hole digging away; I am dressed in a sleeveless black leather hooded coat, a pair of black leather trousers, black fingerless leather gloves and a pair of black leather boots. As the camera slowly pans out from the hole, it’s clear that a storm is brewing; suddenly a loud shrieking female cackle pierces the night sky causing the camera to swiftly move towards the direction of where it came from. Standing beside the hole, a woman dressed in a pair of black leather boots, skin tight black leather trousers tucked into her boots, a dark green corset and an emerald cloak, I know who she is, but this is on camera and the world will soon enough know who she is when she reveals herself so I won’t spoil the surprise. The setting around us is filled with gravestones, this is a place I know very well, but again, I’ll leave the woman I am with to reveal to everyone watching, exactly where we are. The woman then takes hold of her hood and pulls it back, her red and black hair falls down the sides of her face and her eyes shine bright green in the moonlight, thus revealing herself to be Chelsea, but not the loving caring mother, wife and friend, this is her other side, the infamous, Mistress of Darkness. She lets out another shrieking cackle and almost as if on cue, the first lightning strike flashes across the night sky before she begins to speak.
“Your eyes play no tricks...this muddy hole being created is just one of many that fill our gracious location. I bring to you none other than the Punisher’s Graveyard...for years this place has been the burial ground for many opponents that my partner has faced and for years the body count has grown drastically. This week it will continue to do so as two more graves are added to this hallowed ground, Denise D'evil and Tasha Lavondyss. These two women may be shown to others as prized possessions and two that can bring greatness to this federation...but that is where we disagree, for this week they are nothing but mere innocent bystanders as vengeance starts its journey through this federation…”
I finish digging and then climb out of the empty grave, joining the Mistress at her side as I pull back my hood, revealing my eyes to be a dark blood red. I laugh demonically before saying.
“You see Tasha, Denise…where our innocent, weak selves may show the two of you compassion, remorse, respect and compliments…we are the complete opposite. For we do not care for your well being, we do not care for your safety, we do not care for your existence! And that also goes for another…two others I should say…two women who have been foolish enough…to mess with The Punisher…and the Mistress of Darkness…”
I make my way over to four gravestones stacked on top of one another; I then proceed to pick them up one by one, and then dropping them into the ground above the four empty graves that I have just finished digging. Heavy rain begins to pour from the skies as a roll of thunder echoes through the night sky, quickly followed by another strike of lightning. The Mistress smiles sadistically before stating.
“As my partner briefly mentioned, two women in this company have had the audacity to mess with the two of us. They're foolish simply because they have no idea what they have awoken by their pathetic actions. For too long we have played nice within this federation and time after time our good manners were diminished with punishments by a higher power...punishments that have done nothing but hurt themselves in the end…”
I proceed to take four small black satin sheets and cover the top half of all four gravestones before retaking my place by the Mistress’ side.
“These two women, in due time, shall suffer a fate worse than death itself…at the hands of The Punisher and the Mistress of Darkness. Unfortunately for our opponents this week, they will suffer that very fate come Sunday night! So Tasha, Denise, say goodbye to your loved ones, say goodbye to the lives you are currently living, say goodbye to your existence on this Earth! And as for the other two women, who know EXACTLY who they are…make sure to watch what we do to Tasha and Denise…for that will be a mere taste of what the two of you shall suffer in the weeks to come!”
The two of us let out evil chuckles before we walk over to the first gravestone, I take the satin sheet off the gravestone and the Mistress says.
“Sarah Twilight…”
We then move to the second gravestone and once again, I remove the satin sheet as once again, the Mistress speaks.
“Lilith…”
The scene opens as Chelsea and I enter the seafood restaurant, Landry’s in Corpus Christi, Texas. I’m dressed in my black leather biker jacket, a black Punisher shirt, a pair of dark blue denim jeans and a pair of black rocker boots and Chelsea is dressed in a black leather jacket, a loose fitting black top with images of skulls on it, a pair of skin tight blue denim jeans, various wrist accessories and a pair of black high heeled stilettos. Moments after we enter the restaurant, a waiter approaches us and asks.
“Welcome to Landry’s, table for two is it?”
I nod and the waiter smiles and takes two menu’s off of a small table before continuing.
“Follow me please…”
The two of us follow the waiter to a small table with chairs either side, the waiter pulls one of the chairs out for Chelsea and I wait for her to take her seat before I take mine. The waiter then hands us a menu each before taking out a small pad of paper and a pen and asks.
“And what would you like to drink this evening?”
I look over to Chelsea as she scans through what I’m guessing is the wine list, she’s like Stacy with wine, I’ve tried the stuff myself and personally I can’t stand the taste. After a few short moments, she looks up to the waiter with a smile on her face and responds with.
“I'll take a glass of the Kendall-Jackson, Vitners Reserve…”
The waiter nods before writing it down and then turning to me and stating.
“And for you Sir?”
I quickly scan through the other available alcoholic beverages available before then replying with.
“I’ll have a pint of Carlsberg please…”
Again, the waiter nods and before he leaves says.
“Okay I’ll get those drinks for you now to give you some time to have a look at what you would like to eat and I shall take your orders when I return…”
Both Chelsea and I nod and the waiter walks off towards the kitchen area, I look at Chelsea and she looks back at me and I let out a small chuckle before stating.
“Hope this doesn’t seem too much, I bet considering how we’re so similarly dressed, people here would think we were married…”
Laughing Chelsea nods before smiling and replying with.
"It's fine, it actually feels nice to have a dinner out. Seifer and I haven't been out in a while; we're ones to like to stay in...and it's tough with Shelley still being young. Always nervous she'll make a scene in a place like this."
I pick up the menu again and have a look at what’s available to eat whilst nodding as I state.
“Yeah I know the feeling, I’d imagine Seifer and Stace must be having a nice time together looking after Shelley, the moment I told her I was going out for dinner with you she was like, okay I’ll go and see Seifer and Shelley…she misses Nick and Chelsea so much.”
Chelsea smiles before saying.
"I can't imagine how she's feeling...I don't think Seifer and I would have stayed this strong if Shelley hadn't been here with us. I do have to say though...she seems to love her visits from Stacy, have you seen the way her face lights up when she sees you two? It's so cute."
I laugh a little, nodding as I retort with.
“Yeah, she certainly loves her Uncle Matt and Aunty Stacy…so anyway…see anything you fancy?”
She scans the menu before responding.
"Hmmm...the coconut shrimp sounds interesting, maybe tie it in with a salad. Does anything jump out at you?”
I let out a small chuckle and then say.
“Well my old British roots are forcing me to go for a good old English dish, fish and chips. For starters, I might have a classic shrimp cocktail…”
She nods before stating.
"Can't go wrong with either of those, sound like pretty good choices to me."
As she says this, the waiter from earlier returns with our drinks and places them on the table and says.
“A glass of Kendall-Jackson, Vitners Reserve for you Madame, and a pint of Carlsberg for you Sir. Are you ready to order your meals?”
I nod and say.
“Yes we are thank you…”
I take a drink of my lager and the waiter takes the little notepad out with his pen and looks over to Chelsea and asks.
“What would you like Madame?”
After another quick scan through the menu, just in case she notices something else she may prefer, she looks up to the waiter and says.
"I would like a Caesar Salad and the Coconut Shrimp please."
The waiter nods and writes down her order before turning to me and asking.
“And for you Sir?”
I nod and respond with.
“Yes I’ll have the Shrimp Cocktail for my starter and the Fish and Chips for my main please…”
The waiter nods again and writes down my order before collecting the menu’s from us and saying.
“Thank you, if you need anything else, my name is Antonio and I’ll be your waiter this evening…”
We both smile and nod towards Antonio before he once again heads back towards the kitchen area. I take another swig of my lager before asking Chelsea.
“How’s your wine?”
She takes a sip and seems pleasantly surprised and says.
"It's very good actually, it's the first time I've had this type. I'll have to remember the name for later and make Seifer buy me some...although he tends to already have a good taste when it comes to that stuff. How is your drink?"
I smirk a little and say.
“Well it tastes like a Carlsberg so I guess that’s a plus…it’s much nicer from a glass than a can. Oh, the dinner’s on me tonight so no need to worry about paying…”
She takes another sip of her wine before stating.
"That's good and are you sure Matt? You really don't have to do that; I can pay for my own."
I nod as I lightly scratch my beard and say.
“I know you can pay for your own, but this is my treat to you…”
Taking yet another sip of her wine she then replies with.
"Well thank you, I'll have to treat you some other time then."
I smile and take yet another swig of my Carlsberg before stating.
“Sounds like a plan, anyway, would you excuse me for a moment, I need to go and use the little boy’s room…”
She nods and quickly responds with.
"Of course, go right ahead."
I smile before getting to my feet and quickly scanning around the restaurant looking for the restrooms before noticing them and making my way towards the gentlemen’s one. I enter it and make my way over to the sink and turn on the tap, I cup my hands under the cool running water and then splash it over my face. As I turn the tap off and wipe my face with a paper towel, I feel my inner demon being released and he says to me.
“You need me Matthew; you need to once again release me to make everyone suffer for what they have done!”
I crumple the paper towel in my hand and throw it into the trash can before looking into the mirror and saying.
“Everyone? Not everyone needs to suffer…only a few…”
My inner demon laughs demonically before stating.
“Regardless, you need to release me once again, you and I both know that Chelsea will be releasing the Mistress of Darkness, you need to release The Punisher…THE REAL PUNISHER!”
I smirk sadistically into the camera when my attention is diverted as one of the other customers at the restaurant enters the restroom, I then begin making my way towards the door and the other man holds the door open for me, we both acknowledge one another with a nod and I exit the restroom and thank him.
“Cheers…”
I then make my way back over to Chelsea and our table, just as our meals have arrived, I re-take my seat and we continue chatting away and eating our dinners as the scene fades.
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The scene re-opens to the American Bank Center in Corpus Christi, Texas in the interview room where I am sat dressed in my black leather biker jacket, a black Punisher shirt, a pair of dark blue denim jeans and a pair of black rocker boots. Sitting opposite me dressed in a dark grey suit, a white shirt, a light blue tie and a pair of black leather polished shoes is WCF Interviewer, Hank Brown. He looks into the camera and smiles before opening with.
“Welcome ladies and gentlemen to this WCF.com Exclusive with me, Hank Brown. My guest tonight is none other than ‘The Punisher’ Matthew Robinson, thanks for joining me tonight Matthew…”
I smile towards the camera before responding to Hank.
“My pleasure Hank…”
Hank, as usual, goes to his trusty notepad as he looks through it and asks his first question.
“Well last week Matthew was Pot Luck Slam where nobody knew what kind of match they would be having, as well as not knowing who they were facing that night. When it came to it, you ended up having a Television Championship Ladder match, against your friend, Chelsea Black Armstrong. How did you feel when you first found out?”
I chuckle a little before saying.
“I honestly didn’t have much time to think about it because we literally found out right before we were set to go out. But as I was making my way down to the ring and was looking at her in the ring, I started to focus and think to myself, okay, she’s going to be coming at me with even more ferociousness than usual, what with Seifer being fired and with this crap going on with someone stalking Shelley, and I was also thinking about doing my best to beat her and taking the Television Championship from her. It was my second ever championship match since joining WCF, my first was actually for the same title against Jeff Purse, but thanks to Brandon Stevens, I lost that match, just like I lost last week too.”
Hank nods before going ahead and asking his next question.
“Well on this past Wednesday Night, one of WCF’s veterans, Oblivion, seems to have called you out and you recently responded where you accepted Oblivions challenge. Why do you think Oblivion has targeted you?”
I sit back in my chair and stroke my beard a little whilst thinking, I then respond with.
“Well for some reason, Oblivion thinks I’m being disrespectful to him along with the other veterans of this company, when that is far from the truth. The only veterans in this company that I have been disrespectful too are Sarah Twilight, Steve Orbit and Jonny Fly, but that’s simply because they don’t deserve my respect. I don’t give a damn if Sarah’s in charge or not, the moment she decided to place my heavily pregnant wife into a match, I was never going to show her any respect. If it hadn’t been for Eric Price, we probably would have lost another child, now Eric Price; he is a veteran in this company I do respect. I don’t respect Steve Orbit for the things he has said about my wife, and I don’t respect Jonny Fly because he’s a phoney and the only reason why he’s the current World Heavyweight Champion is because he’s Twilight’s lap dog. If Oblivion wants to believe that my friends and I are disrespecting him and the other WCF veterans, just because we disagree with the way Twilight does business, and just because we stand up for what we believe is wrong, then fine…like I said…I’ll happily take on Oblivion any time…any place…anywhere…”
Hanks nods, happy with my answer, he quickly checks his notes before proceeding with his next question.
“Well moving onto this week and you find yourself in a very interesting predicament that see’s you teaming up with Chelsea and your opponents are Tasha Lavondyss and Denise D’evil…with the added stipulation that of course, with Chelsea being the Television Champion, her title will be on the line therefore she will be relying on you just as much as relying on herself, to be able to walk out with the title still in her possession, what are your thoughts on this?”
I cross my legs and fold my arms, tilting my head to the side slightly whilst again thinking, I then respond with.
“Well in terms of the actual match, the fact I get to team with a woman I consider the sister I never had is a great feeling, I mean, she’s been more of a sister to me than my biological brothers were ever brothers to me. But there’s another reason why it feels great to be teaming with her, and that’s the fact that I am teaming with one of the greatest female competitors that I have ever known, and I truly mean that, not because she’s my friend but because she beat me to win her first and only NWA World Heavyweight title, because she was a multiple time NWA Starlet’s Champion and held that title longer than any other woman in the company…not to mention that she was the main instigator in allowing women the right to fight men and for other championships in the NWA as well, something I have always admired her for. She is truly one of the best, and she’s already proven that by winning the Television Championship so soon in her career here in the WCF, it’ll truly be an honour to wrestle alongside her, and after the beating she gave me last week, I’d bloody well prefer being on her side than against her…”
I let out a little laugh, and so does Hank as I continue.
“As for facing Tasha and Denise, I don’t really know much about them other than Denise will be wanting to start rebuilding some kind of momentum after suffering a tough loss when she was defeated by Jorge Diaz and Diablo Calzone when she was teamed up with Donald Deruty, whereas Tasha will be wanting to keep her momentum going after being on the winning team when she along with Makayla Cooper, Eric Price and Jason Weslow defeated Logan, John Gable, Ryan Rhodes and Chris Sydal in a very impressive eight person tag team match…”
I scratch under my chin slightly before continuing.
“But the stipulation is interesting but annoying at the same time, the last thing I would want, especially with the way Chels is feeling with what she’s had to deal with lately, the last thing I would want is for her to lose the Television Championship, because of me. That’s the only thing that bothers me; I know Tasha and Denise are tough competitors, so I know the match will certainly be a tough one. I’ve always gone into a match with one hundred percent focus on walking out the winner…but with what’s on the line…I’m going to have to go into this match with more than just one hundred percent focus. Not for me, but for Chels…”
Hank nods before placing his notepad back into his pocket and turning to the camera with a smile on his face and exclaims.
“Well everyone, that’s it for tonight on this WCF.com Exclusive, thanks to my guest Matthew Robinson, good luck on Sunday. And thanks to you all at home for watching, I’ve been Hank Brown, see you next time. Goodnight.”
The camera slowly pans away from us whilst we continue to chat as the scene fades.
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The scene re-opens to an unknown location as I can be seen in a dark muddy hole digging away; I am dressed in a sleeveless black leather hooded coat, a pair of black leather trousers, black fingerless leather gloves and a pair of black leather boots. As the camera slowly pans out from the hole, it’s clear that a storm is brewing; suddenly a loud shrieking female cackle pierces the night sky causing the camera to swiftly move towards the direction of where it came from. Standing beside the hole, a woman dressed in a pair of black leather boots, skin tight black leather trousers tucked into her boots, a dark green corset and an emerald cloak, I know who she is, but this is on camera and the world will soon enough know who she is when she reveals herself so I won’t spoil the surprise. The setting around us is filled with gravestones, this is a place I know very well, but again, I’ll leave the woman I am with to reveal to everyone watching, exactly where we are. The woman then takes hold of her hood and pulls it back, her red and black hair falls down the sides of her face and her eyes shine bright green in the moonlight, thus revealing herself to be Chelsea, but not the loving caring mother, wife and friend, this is her other side, the infamous, Mistress of Darkness. She lets out another shrieking cackle and almost as if on cue, the first lightning strike flashes across the night sky before she begins to speak.
“Your eyes play no tricks...this muddy hole being created is just one of many that fill our gracious location. I bring to you none other than the Punisher’s Graveyard...for years this place has been the burial ground for many opponents that my partner has faced and for years the body count has grown drastically. This week it will continue to do so as two more graves are added to this hallowed ground, Denise D'evil and Tasha Lavondyss. These two women may be shown to others as prized possessions and two that can bring greatness to this federation...but that is where we disagree, for this week they are nothing but mere innocent bystanders as vengeance starts its journey through this federation…”
I finish digging and then climb out of the empty grave, joining the Mistress at her side as I pull back my hood, revealing my eyes to be a dark blood red. I laugh demonically before saying.
“You see Tasha, Denise…where our innocent, weak selves may show the two of you compassion, remorse, respect and compliments…we are the complete opposite. For we do not care for your well being, we do not care for your safety, we do not care for your existence! And that also goes for another…two others I should say…two women who have been foolish enough…to mess with The Punisher…and the Mistress of Darkness…”
I make my way over to four gravestones stacked on top of one another; I then proceed to pick them up one by one, and then dropping them into the ground above the four empty graves that I have just finished digging. Heavy rain begins to pour from the skies as a roll of thunder echoes through the night sky, quickly followed by another strike of lightning. The Mistress smiles sadistically before stating.
“As my partner briefly mentioned, two women in this company have had the audacity to mess with the two of us. They're foolish simply because they have no idea what they have awoken by their pathetic actions. For too long we have played nice within this federation and time after time our good manners were diminished with punishments by a higher power...punishments that have done nothing but hurt themselves in the end…”
I proceed to take four small black satin sheets and cover the top half of all four gravestones before retaking my place by the Mistress’ side.
“These two women, in due time, shall suffer a fate worse than death itself…at the hands of The Punisher and the Mistress of Darkness. Unfortunately for our opponents this week, they will suffer that very fate come Sunday night! So Tasha, Denise, say goodbye to your loved ones, say goodbye to the lives you are currently living, say goodbye to your existence on this Earth! And as for the other two women, who know EXACTLY who they are…make sure to watch what we do to Tasha and Denise…for that will be a mere taste of what the two of you shall suffer in the weeks to come!”
The two of us let out evil chuckles before we walk over to the first gravestone, I take the satin sheet off the gravestone and the Mistress says.
“Sarah Twilight…”
We then move to the second gravestone and once again, I remove the satin sheet as once again, the Mistress speaks.
“Lilith…”
We continue further to the third gravestone, like the previous times, I take the satin sheet off the gravestone and the Mistress exclaims.
“Tasha Lavondyss…”
The two of us finally reach the fourth and final gravestone; I remove the satin sheet and yet again, the Mistress states.
“Denise D’evil…”
We both then take a few steps towards the camera as we both glare into the lens, my fiery blood red eyes and the Mistress’ petrifying emerald green eyes glisten in the moonlight as the storm continues to tear through the night sky and I exclaim.
“The Punisher…and the Mistress of Darkness are here…and we’re here…to punish!”
The Mistress smirks sadistically before adding.
“Are you ready?”
With that, another crack of lightning flashes across the night sky as the two of us throw our heads back and laugh demonically, looking up into the night sky as the scene fades.
“Tasha Lavondyss…”
The two of us finally reach the fourth and final gravestone; I remove the satin sheet and yet again, the Mistress states.
“Denise D’evil…”
We both then take a few steps towards the camera as we both glare into the lens, my fiery blood red eyes and the Mistress’ petrifying emerald green eyes glisten in the moonlight as the storm continues to tear through the night sky and I exclaim.
“The Punisher…and the Mistress of Darkness are here…and we’re here…to punish!”
The Mistress smirks sadistically before adding.
“Are you ready?”
With that, another crack of lightning flashes across the night sky as the two of us throw our heads back and laugh demonically, looking up into the night sky as the scene fades.
