Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2016 20:46:23 GMT -6
To say that Veronica was disappointed by her loss to that fucking mannequin loving freak is an understatement. Hell, I’m disappointed for her! When it comes to her matches, I think she feels like she’s constantly got to prove herself to her fellow Orphans. So when she loses, she feels like she’s let Cass and I down, but she could never let me down.
The drive from Oshawa to Windsor was pretty awkward considering how she was feeling about everything. I really felt for her, of course I would, I love her...she’s my Queen. So I figured whilst she was out doing some training along with other VoW related shit that I would go out and do some shopping and treat her to something I’ve never given her before.
A proper first date...
I’m here sorting out the final touches to this special candlelit dinner as I light the two candles situated in the centre of the table before placing a tall, thin white porcelain vase with a single red rose in it between them.
Moving over to the CD player, I grab a Barry White CD and stick it on low as background music. Because at the end of the day, what woman doesn’t love the low, growly voice of the legendary soul singer, and of course, nothing beats the sound of a vinyl.
The timer on the oven begins to beep signalling that the mussel linguine is ready, so grabbing some oven gloves, I remove it from the oven and plate it up before setting both plates down either side of the candles on the table and then heading over to the fridge to get the bottle of champagne as I pour out two glasses and set them down on the table too.
One last quick check in the mirror to see that I’m looking good for my beautiful lady, I bought a special suit for this occasion, which is rare as I never really wear suits. I hope Veronica got my text about getting herself a dress, because I want this night to be perfect...because my Queen deserves nothing less than that.
Just then, I hear the door opening as I turn to see the beautiful sight standing there. Veronica looks amazing in her dark blue, short skirt dress as she enters the room, placing her bag near the door as confusion overcomes her look as she sees me dressed rather nicely.
"Matt...I...hope this dress looks suiting enough for whatever this is, I'm certainly not a fan of dresses personally but it fit rather nicely. But...what is all this babe?"
Walking over to her, I take hold of her hand and look deep into her beautiful eyes.
“Well, I know you were feeling really down about your loss at Breakthrough, and I remembered that we never had the chance to have a proper first date. So I decided to put on this special candlelit dinner...just for you, my Queen.”
Lifting her hand up to my mouth, I softly kiss the back of it before then moving a little closer and placing a passionate kiss on her lips. Moving slowly away from her to reveal a beautiful smile now across her lips, she nods while blushing slightly to seeing everything I have set up.
"As much as I am surprised to see all this and happy you did all this for me, I really am not worth the trouble, Matthew. But...I've never really been on a romantic date before either, so I just assume most people don't see me worth it enough."
“You’ll always be worth the trouble for me...but there is one last thing that’s missing, turn around...”
Raising an eyebrow, she turns to face away from me as I quickly make my way over to the table and pick up a box. Opening it, I remove a beautiful silver necklace and walk back over to her and moving her long raven hair out of the way, I place it around her neck and fasten it.
“Perfect...”
Looking down and taking it into her right hand, Veronica looks over the necklace then to me.
"I don't deserve this Matthew, you know that right? You don't have to go throwing around your money for me to love you or anything."
She turns back to the necklace and I can see her smile return as she moves her other hand up and onto the back of my head.
"That being said though, it looks so beautiful. Thank you for even feeling the need to get this for me, you just really shouldn't have to go to all this for me."
“I want to do this for you though, like I said, you’re my Queen...and even though you may think you don’t deserve it, you really do...”
Placing my hand onto her back, I guide her over to the table and pull back her chair as she gets into position as I push the chair forward and she sits down.
“Now, I know you’re not a fan of seafood...but I want you to give this a try, if you don’t like it...I can rustle up something else for you...but this is mussel linguine.”
Walking around to the other side of the table, I take my seat and pick up my glass of champagne.
“Well then, since this is our first official date. Hello, my name is Matt...I’m 28 years old, I’m a father of two...I hope that doesn’t ruin any possibility of us taking things any further as I know with some women that can be a big no no if a date has already got children. And I must say Miss, you look absolutely beautiful this evening...”
Veronica looks to me a bit quizzically once again as she listens to me.
"Matt, what are you..."
Just then I can see it click to her what it is I'm doing as she smiles to me.
"It's nice to meet you Matthew, if you don't mind me calling you such. I'm Veronica, 23 years old, and do not worry about the kid thing. I honestly have always wanted to be a mother, but my past made it very hard for me to want to find ways to have children of my own. It may still be a possibility one day, but for now I'll live with what I'm given."
Blushing, Veronica takes hold of her glass of champagne and grins once more.
"And you look very handsome, I never thought I'd have my first romantic date with such a great looking gentleman."
“Well, I aim to please the ones who deserve it...”
Raising my glass, I move my free hand over to Veronica’s and place it on top of it.
“If I may, Veronica...I would like to propose a toast...to an amazing woman, who came into my life when I felt like there was no hope left for me to ever find love again.”
"You may Matthew, if you don't mind me proposing my own toast...to the most incredible man a girl can ask for. You helped me realize after so many years what love truly is, you remind me why life is worth living, and I can't thank you enough for that even after all the mistakes and mistrust I have laid upon you already."
“As I’ve said before Veronica, that’s in the past now and will remain there...all I care about now is the present and future, with you...”
We clink our glasses together and take a sip before setting the glasses back down onto the table.
“Well then, please, dig in...”
Picking up one of the mussels and a fork, I pull out the mussel and pick up some of the linguine with it and pop it into my mouth as Veronica does the same thing. Washing it down with another sip of my drink, I wipe my mouth with my napkin and turn my attention back to her.
“So then, what do you think? Have I converted you?”
Veronica takes a few moments to see how the taste in her mouth is, before turning to me and shrugging.
"I wouldn't say you've converted me, but I don't hate it if that's any consolation. Not something I'm drooling over, but not something I want to trash either, so I'll give credit where credit is due. You are a pretty good cook Matthew."
“I’ll take it...maybe one day I’ll fully convert you eventually.”
We both chuckle a little as we have another mouthful of food. I’m really having an amazing time, and I hope Veronica is too. It’s nice to be able to just relax and talk with her, not having to worry about anything else.
“So V, I feel like we need to get to know each other a little better...considering we haven’t exactly been doing much talking lately, if you know what I mean.”
I give her a cheeky little wink before taking another drink of my champagne. Veronica blushes again, chuckling to herself as she sips at her own.
"I'm certainly not complaining about what we have been doing, and certainly hope it's not stopping either. But, it would be nice to get to know you more too, and to allow you into who I am which is something I rarely do for a person."
“Oh, trust me, THAT part will never stop...but anyway, we better move away from that topic because I know what will happen if we continue talking about it.”
As much as I am enjoying my linguine, I honestly couldn’t care about eating it, I just want to continue talking to the woman that I am so lucky to call my girlfriend.
“So then, tell me something about yourself that you haven’t already told me, it could be anything...”
Sitting there silently for a minute, Veronica thinks as to what she can say to me.
"Hmm...I mean I guess one thing I've never told you because I don't want you mad at me...I had this thing back at my old place where I liked to collect creepy dolls and things like that. I love bizarre and creepy things in general, but please don't take that the wrong way because I understand your fear about mannequins and such."
I chuckle away at her comment.
“Well, just as long as you don’t get me any of those kind of things for my birthday or Christmas...then everything will be fine. But in all honesty, that doesn’t surprise me, you do seem like the kind of woman who is into bizarre and creepy things...”
"It just brings a lot of joy to me, because of how certain items can create certain emotions in your mind like fear and anguish, it's what helped inspire my own approaches at things by using imagery to get into people's heads. But how about something I've never known about you, Matthew?"
Taking another forkful of food, whilst I chew, I take a moment to think over my answer. Finally swallowing, I chuckle to myself a little, thinking back to this moment in my life.
“I used to be the lead singer and guitarist for a heavy metal band I had with three friends of mine called Blackthorn. Honestly, had I not taken the path of professional wrestling, I probably would have tried to make it big in the music industry.”
"Wow, how...intriguing. Rather interesting too, I actually got into a bit of music myself when I took my time off from wrestling, did some lead singing for a few hard rock bands before I moved from music to a few movie roles in some indie horror flicks."
Smiling, Veronica places her hand on top of my own as she looks at me.
"It's honestly kind of attracting, a man of many talents. I guess that explains a bit why I feel so nice around you. Admittedly, I am rather surprised knowing you did metal though, but I can hear that you do have the voice for it."
“I absolutely love music because I love how you can express yourself through it...”
Finishing off my drink, I pour out some more champagne and top up Veronica’s glass.
“So you’ve been in some indie horror flicks? Anything I may have heard of? I love horror movies, even the really bad cheesy ones.”
Veronica shrugs as she takes another sip of champagne.
"Funny enough, I don't even remember the names of the films, I just went with whatever call I got and if it paid well I did it. They were mostly cheesy, and funny enough every one except for like two or three of them ended with me getting murdered while in a bikini."
She laughs a bit at this, remembering some of her old work.
"That in total was about nineteen or so blood drenched bikinis I had to wear, the other films I was in involved me having a friend betray me and stab me while walking in the woods, and the other I actually assisted in the murders as revenge for bullying. All in all, it covered my time off from wrestling quite nicely."
“Sounds like a lot of fun, I’ve always wanted to give acting a try myself...perhaps with me being British, I might get asked to be the next James Bond.”
I chuckle, taking another bite of my linguine before I check the time on my watch.
“Oh hey, I want to show you something...”
Standing to my feet, I take Veronica’s hand as she gets to her feet too and we make our way over to the sliding doors leading out onto the balcony. Stepping outside, I take a packet of cigarettes from inside my jacket pocket along with a lighter and remove two, passing one to Veronica and lighting it for her before lighting my own.
“Take a look...”
I point over towards the mesmerizing sight of the sun setting over the beautiful city of Windsor.
"It's...beautiful."
Veronica takes a long drag from her cigarette, then turning to me, leans up and kisses me on my lips as she lets the smoke drift out of her mouth and between the passionate moment of our lips meeting. As she leans back down, she smiles and leans against the bars of the balcony, admiring the sunset.
"This is just...amazing Matthew, in every sense. I can't thank you enough for just making this girl feel like a Queen for once in her life."
“And you deserve all of it...”
I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, looking out at the sunset with her. Resting my face against hers as she takes another drag from her cigarette, I turn her around to face me.
“Veronica, I have a question I wish to ask you...”
"You...you do?"
Immediately I can sense Veronica's nervousness rising. She shakes a bit as she looks at me, as if I am about to do something very crazy to her.
“I have to go to New York to take care of some business, so would you be able to look after Nick and Chels for me whilst I’m away?”
"Th-this was all so great and you really are great to me but are you...wait what did you say?"
“Can you take care of the kids while I go away to take care of some business?”
Veronica takes a deep breath and laughs off her nervousness a bit, but a little bit of a weird tone comes off her voice as she looks back at me.
"OH! Of course I can Matthew, if you really need me too. I'm more than happy to help watch my pups."
She smiles nervously as she moves away from me and again leans against the balcony.
"You are so good at surprising people, you know that Matt?"
A nervous laugh follows this comment as she tries to not look directly at me now, avoiding my eyes whenever they catch a dead on glimpse of hers.
“Were you expecting me to ask something else, babe?”
"Wh-why would you say that, Matthew? No no, I just...am really excited to spend time with Nick and Chelsea."
Veronica takes in a deep breath again and sighs.
"Yeah...that sounds about right."
Another nervous laugh follows, that quite frankly has me wondering if maybe she WANTED me to say something else.
“V...you forget that I can read you pretty well by now. C’mon, you can tell me...I don’t want us hiding anything from each other. I want to know...”
"I..."
Veronica begins to shake again as she sighs, walking back up to me and looking towards the ground.
"I just love you so much and I know you have a lot of care for me. You make life a lot better for me...I guess when I heard you say you have a question for me, my mind immediately thought you were going to ask THE question."
Shaking her head in disappointment with herself, she looks up to me.
"It honestly would have probably been stupid of me to even answer it considering how little time we've actually been together, but...maybe I just didn't care because my mind wanted to show you how much I do want to stay with you forever. Please, don't see this as me disappointed that you didn't do it...I just guess I got really excited at the prospect of it."
I smile as I carefully move her hair out of the way of her face and look into her eyes.
“V...I’ve already expressed to you that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and by the simple fact that a small part of you was hoping that I was going to ask you the question that I will one day inevitably ask you, fills me with so much joy. I can guarantee you that I will ask you that very question one day...but I’m sure you can forgive me for not wanting to rush into such a massive commitment.”
Leaning forward, I give her a long passionate kiss, with a little bit of tongue thrown in there.
“How about we take things back inside and into the bedroom. We’re going to be without one another for a few days, so I want things to end perfectly...”
She smiles as she lets down one of the straps of her dress rather seductively.
"I guess we better make it worth a few days, huh big guy? Plus I think we both want to get out of these dressy clothes, they look nice, but my favorite suit that you wear baby involves a little bit of no clothing at all."
Veronica jumps up and wraps her legs around me as I hold onto her by her butt. She then wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me, as she releases from the kiss letting her tongue travel and lick me across my lips.
"I feel a lot better being a wild animal with my punishing beast."
“Ask and you shall receive...my Queen...”
We lock lips again and she digs her nails into my back as we make our way back into the hotel room and to the bedroom to finish the night off in ecstasy.
I think it’s safe to say that the night was a success after all. I cannot believe how lucky I am to have found Veronica. More importantly, I’m glad that I was able to forgive her for what she did to me, but that’s because of how much I love her. And I will never ever love another woman like I love her.
She is my everything, she is my soul mate, and even though I have no plans to propose to her in the near future, I know that one day, I shall be calling her my wife.
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So I’ve just come out of my meeting with Stacy and Doctor Li and to say that I’m feeling a mixture of anger and worry is an understatement. I can’t help but think that I may have royally fucked things up for myself and if I have, I won’t just be messing up my life but I’ll also be messing up Veronica’s too.
She loves those kids like they are her own and it would kill her if she was never able to see them again because of how I acted in there. I need to call her, I need someone to vent too about all of this. Maybe I’m over-thinking this too much, surely they can’t stop me from seeing them ever again?
Sitting here on the edge of the bed in my hotel room, with my phone in my hand and my thumb hovering over the call button on Veronica’s name, I try and think of what to say to her about this whole thing.
What if she blames me? What if this ruins everything between us. I don’t want that to happen. I’ll be lost without her.
I finally pick up the courage to hit the call button and place it to my ear as the ringing sound vibrates off of my ear drums. After a few moments, the call is finally answered as I hear the sweet sound of my beautiful Queen on the other end.
"Hey babe, caught me at a good time, little Nick over here is showing me how much of a big boy he is swimming in the pool here at the hotel."
I hear splashing and some off-sounding children voices on the other end as Veronica laughs.
"Okay sweeties...Matt, I was told to tell you by Chelsea as she is swimming around in her little inner tube that she says hi and misses you, and then Nick said he misses you this much more and held his arms out. And, not to outshine them, but I miss you a lot too baby."
Whether it’s due to how bad I’m feeling about how things went with the meeting, because I haven’t been away from them that long, my heart sinks when I hear those words. I just want to be back by their sides so badly right now.
“T-that’s great b-babe...t-tell them I m-miss them too, and Daddy w-will be back as s-soon as he can...”
I hear only more sounds of splashing and Veronica talking out to Nick and Chelsea for a few moments before the concerned, quiet voice of my Queen returns.
"Hey...I can hear it, something is wrong. Are you okay, Matt?"
Letting out an elongated sigh, I rub my face with my free hand and shake my head.
“I don’t know V...I think I fucked up. Those two bitches were ganging up on me, and Doctor Li was saying that Stacy’s more than capable of having more time with the kids than we wanted her too. They pretty much forced me to agree to her terms and that fucking whore of a Doctor threatened that things weren’t looking good for me because of the way I was acting...”
I try to hold back my tears, but to no avail as I’m choking on my words.
“I-I don’t w-want to lose them, V...and I don’t w-want you to l-lose them either. I fucked up, babe...we’re going to lose them because I FUCKED UP!!!”
Grabbing the TV remote beside me, I hurl it off the wall in a rage as it breaks against the hard plain white wall of the room before I bury my face into my hand.
"M-Matthew...sweetheart, please calm down. They aren't going to take them away, what are they mad?!? Just because you don't like Stacy?"
I immediately hear Veronica holding back tears of her own as she tries to talk to me.
"Look...it's not gonna be easy but we can talk with some people about this, and I'll have a conversation myself with Doctor Li. Right now what matters is we are the only ones that have them, and I've got a very good idea of how exactly to handle Stacy."
I want to just reach through the phone and hold onto Veronica right now, I feel so scared.
"Please baby just talk to me...I'm scared too...I don't want to lose them but we have to stay strong for them otherwise they’ll find out what's wrong t-"
Suddenly Veronica is cut off and in place of her voice, comes the one from my little prince.
“Daddy! Daddy! When you get back, you have to see how good at swimming I am now! Vewonica has been learning me lots and lots of things!”
Tears fall down my cheeks and I sniff up as I put on a fake smile to try and mask my emotions right now.
“T-that’s great, buddy...I c-can’t wait to see what you c-can do now...but can you be a g-good boy and put Veronica back on for me...”
I hear Nick tell something to Veronica as she comes back on, and I can practically hear the tears falling down her face right now.
"I swear baby...I swear...we aren't going to lose them. I will personally make sure of that, if I have to fix this for us I will. But I know whatever I can do may still result in Stacy getting to see them again, and maybe more than we like her to, but you can't deny they need her too as much as it kills me inside to say that. But they really need you, they need their Daddy because that is all they know, and I am doing everything to hopefully build my relationship with them."
She tries to send a kiss through the phone as she is verbally sobbing now.
"I promise you we will get through this, okay? I can't do this alone Matt, I need you to help me, I don't want to lose my pups and I don't want to see my everything in life broken by this. Please just remember, whatever happens, our love is gonna power us through the painful parts."
“I hope to God, if there is one, that you’re right V. Because if I lose those little ones, I’m scared to death that I’ll end up losing you too...and if I have neither of you in my life, well then...my life won’t be worth living anymore. Fuck wrestling, fuck VoW...Hell, fuck The Orphanage! You three are the only things on this planet that I’d give up everything to keep.”
"MATT!"
Veronica gets really silent on the other end as she yells out to me, probably to not scare Nick and Chelsea and let them know everything is okay.
"Matt...I fucking swear to you, you aren't going to lose me...remember our date the other night? Remember how special you made me feel? I don't want to let go of you because every moment of dating, kissing, making love, and everything in between that I have with you, it makes my life so much better."
Immediately as she says that I can hear my Queen sobbing again as she tries to muster out whatever she can.
"I have m-more fear of y-y-you abandoning me than you should e-ever have of me doing it t-to y-y-you. I'm not leaving you, and I'm not going to let you s-stand alone during this. We ARE going to keep them, that is a fact, and if anyone tries to take them away I'll risk my own life making sure they at least have you."
“I’m never leaving you, V...I just...I need to sort one more thing out over here, and the moment I finish that I’m getting the next flight over. I just want to hold all three of you in my arms and never...EVER let go.”
"You never have too, I promise you. Please just hurry back, okay? I love you Matthew...please don't ever forget how much I really love you."
“I won’t...and I love you too. I love you so...so much.”
And with that, I hang up the call and toss my phone onto the bed beside me before burying my face into my hands.
Even though Veronica said it herself that she would never ever leave me if I lose my kids, the doubt still lingers and kills me inside. It’s not that I don’t believe her, I just think my mind is in a really bad place right now with everything that’s going on surrounding the future of my kids.
I refuse to lose them. I will not lose them! They are my everything and I would die for them! Nobody will ever take them away from me, not now, not ever!
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Even after venting to Veronica in regards to dealing with that ridiculous meeting where I was clearly ganged up on by my psycho ex-wife and her stupid therapist. I decided that I wanted to visit someone who I haven’t seen in nearly twenty-three years. He’s not a family member, he’s not an old friend I knew from my childhood, he’s someone who was responsible for my life turning to shit when I was just five years of age.
Maybe it’s due to the way that meeting went that has got me thinking about making this visit. Perhaps I’m starting to get scared that I may not be able to be there for my kids as much as I have been so far, and I don’t want them to grow up without knowing their father. I don’t want them to deal with what I had to deal with when this man I’m going to visit took my mother and father away from me when I was just a child.
Maybe I just finally want closure on why he did it? A lot of emotions are running rampant through my brain right now. Fear is one of them, fear of what the truth may do to my psyche. Uncertainty being the other, do I really want to know the truth behind why he did what he did? Not knowing the truth may end up being more comforting than actually knowing the truth. Needless to say, I’m risking being hit with something that I may not be ready for.
As I sit behind the small glass window awaiting the arrival of Jonathan Grimes, the man who murdered my parents right in front of my eyes in cold blood, the words that I want to say to this man flood my brain. Part of me wishes there wasn’t a pane of glass separating the two of us, but it’s probably for the best as the moment I see him, I’ll probably want to beat him within an inch of his life.
I hear the large metal door connecting the prison to the visitation area open, and in he walks, handcuffs on his wrists, dressed from head to foot in the orange prison gear. His short dark hair show hints of grey, as does his beard and as he gets closer and closer to me, my blood boils more and more.
Taking a seat opposite me, we both pick up the phone receivers simultaneously and I can already see the look of confusion wash over his face. Clearly he doesn’t recognize me, and why would he? This is the first time our eyes have met since that fateful day all those years ago.
"Well, a new guest I see. Didn't think I'd ever see something like this in my life behind these bars."
Leaning forward a little, I rest my arm on the small little counter in front of me, glaring into his eyes.
“You don’t recognize me do you, Jonathan...”
Looking me over, he shakes he head and shrugs.
"If I do it certainly ain't clicking, brother. Maybe you got me confused with the wrong person."
“You don’t want to be calling me brother...and I can assure you that I’m not confusing you for the wrong person.”
Pulling a photograph out from my pocket, it’s a one of me when I was four years old and I slam it onto the pane of glass so he can see it.
“Considering the last time we saw one another was twenty-three years ago, it doesn’t surprise me that you don’t recognize me. But maybe this photo may jog your fucking memory!”
"Hey now, no need to get violent here...wait a second...you are THAT kid?"
Jonathan laughs a little as he glares at me.
"Twenty-three years huh? Damn does time fly by since I got caught up in this joint."
“You killed my fucking parents right in front of me in cold blood...and you have the audacity to laugh in my face!”
I’m seething right now. I just want to wrap my hands around this son of a bitches throat and just throttle him until he breathes his final breath.
"Calm yourself hotshot, I'm just poking fun, gotta do something to deal with being stuck in here for life. Besides, for your parents it was wrong place, wrong time kid. They could have been anybody, and they could have made it easy on themselves, but when your folks decided to put up a fight I put one up as well."
The man leans onto the counter in front of him and smiles.
"My question is what on the flying spaghetti monster's green Earth are you doing here? Can't be to hurt me, because I'd think you'd be smart enough to know there is no way they are just gonna let you take me out, unless you want to spend some time in jail yourself. So why are you here, kid?"
“Closure...”
Leaning back in my chair, I fold my arms across my chest, not taking my eyes off of him.
“You can save the self-defence crap for someone who gives a shit! You could have chosen a life away from robbing houses, but you didn’t. My mother and father were protecting their livelihood but more importantly, they were protecting me! You looked right into my eyes before you shot them! You knew fine well that if you pulled the trigger that night, that you weren’t just going to end the lives of two innocent, hard-working people...but you were also going to end the life of a five-year old kid! So...why did you do it?”
Jonathan also leans back in his chair, thinking a bit as he smiles.
"To be honest, there are many reasons why I did what I did that night. The biggest, money, it was so obvious. I scraped and clawed for everything I got, and I would put down any dumb-asses that thought they could stand in the way of my financial gain of a situation. Sad to say, your parents just happened to be the biggest dumb-asses I ever met. As I said, they could have made it easy on themselves, let me get away with whatever I could grab, it could have all been so easy."
That laugh returns as I feel my blood boiling, his raspy voice through the intercom phone becoming so attached to my ear so I can hear each and every painful word he had to say as clearly as possible.
"And to be honest...seeing how defiant those twats you had as parents acted, how much they got in the way, if I could go back I'd do it again. Except this time, I'd get away clean, I'd be smarter about how to act after I laid their asses down to sleep for good, but sadly it ain't that easy now is it?"
He again leans forward and stares at me.
"If you are looking for some sort of remorse kid, you ain't getting it. Fact is, I knew what I was doing that night, and my goals changed when your parents got in my way. And yeah, I watched you suffer, because you needed to learn life ain't fucking fair, and you needed to see what happens when you stick your nose where it don't belong. If anything, you should be grateful I didn't end you too, you should thank me for teaching you how life really is. From how you look, certainly seems like you are in a good spot, and I guarantee a big part of that is because of the trauma you got that night because it molded you."
The smile again returns to Jonathan's face as he glares into my raging eyes.
"I will say I'm sorry I had to be the one that woke you up...I'm sure you'd have liked a bit of a better looking son of a bitch to take care of that business, sadly you got the average shit pulling the trigger."
Squeezing the receiver, a tiny crack can be heard coming from it as a little bit of the plastic breaks a little. The receiver drops from my hand onto the counter as I slowly stand to my feet as Jonathan watches me with a smug grin on his face.
“You know something, Jonathan. Part of me was hoping that you would be sorry for what you did and that I would be able to forgive you. But of course, why would I expect that from such a low life scumbag such as yourself!”
I slam my hands down onto the counter, making him jump a little, as I glare daggers at him.
“You should be glad that I aint the law around here...because if I was...seeing you rot in here for the rest of your life wouldn’t be enough! I would torture you every single fucking day! I would make you beg for mercy! Hell, I’d make you want to take your own life just so you wouldn’t have to deal with anymore of the pain and punishment I would make you suffer!”
Straightening myself up, I look down at the pathetic excuse of a human being that sits in front of me.
“But I guess I’ll just have to settle for you simply just living the rest of your life in this place. I hope you rot in Hell you rotten son of a bitch!”
"I'll see your parents there, dip-shit. I'd rather be in here than in that Hell of a world you live in son, you have it a lot worse out there than I ever will in here."
Jonathan hangs up the receiver and just stands up, giving me a middle finger before the guard grabs both of his arms forcefully and pulls him back behind the doors while he just stares at me smiling.
And if I didn’t think my mind could get more fucked up than it already is, this happens! I’m so full of anger and hatred right now! I just want to beat the fuck out of the next person I see and put them in the God damn hospital! But I have to remain calm, I can’t risk going to prison because then I’ll definitely lose my kids then. I’m just going to have to wait until Nothing Else Matters and take out my anger and frustrations on Ryder Blade.
That poor bastard has no idea what’s coming his way at the Pay-Per-View.
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Visiting the man who murdered my parents made me realize that I haven’t visited their graves in a long time. Obviously doing the job I do with the constant travelling, I don’t get much of a chance to just be able to go and visit their resting place. It’s something I wish I could do more often than not, but unfortunately that’s the way my life is right now.
However, since I’m here in my old home of New York where I spent most of my life living, where my parents lived with me before that fateful night. I thought to myself I may as well use this opportunity to go and see them, picking up a small bottle of whiskey on the way of course.
Considering I could use a stiff fucking drink right about now.
So here I’m sat, on the vibrant green grass, in between two gravestones, the ones that belong to my parents. My father, David John Robinson and my mother Patricia Louise Robinson, otherwise known as Lucy to everyone who knew her. Both of their gravestones are still being kept in immaculate condition, which is rare nowadays, especially ones that have been around for as long as say...twenty three years?
Still dressed in the suit I wore to that meeting, and what I wore when I went to visit Jonathan, it’s starting to look a bit dishevelled now. Some people would say that I need a shower now as I haven’t had one in three days, but I’ve barely been able to get a wink of sleep because of the way my mind is right now. All I’ve been doing is just drinking, just trying my best to drink away the pain.
I take a swig from the bottle of whiskey and glance either side of me at my parents’ headstones before then turning to the camera.
“You know Ryder, I’m just gonna shoot straight from the hip here and be completely honest with you...”
Letting out a short, sharp chuckle, I take another drink of the auburn coloured liquor.
“I envy you. Seriously, I do. Not because of your record-breaking title reign or your undefeated streak that looked like it was never going to end. I don’t give a fuck about that shit. I’ve accomplished enough already in my career to give a damn about crap like that anymore...”
I pull out my packet of cigarettes along with my lighter and take one out before popping into my mouth. Lighting it, I take in a long drag allowing the nicotine to coarse through my body before I exhale.
“No, I envy you because of the fact that you have your Dad by your side. He’s always there for you. He watched you grow from being an immature jackass stuck in the nineties to a Main Event star! Yeah, you’re still an immature jackass...but that aint the point I’m tryin’ to make here. I’m trying to say that I envy you because you have your father there for you, and your father has watched you grow up and he saw you become something...”
Taking another drag of my cigarette, I rub the top of my head a little.
“I never had that. And I don’t need or want any sympathy from you or these fickle VoW fans because of that. I’m just telling you the truth, that I wish my father had been around and was able to watch me grow into a wrestling legend. I wish he was there watching the day that I won my first ever Championship...when I won my first ever World Championship! I wish he could have been there, like your Dad is always there for you...”
I smirk slightly as I take another drink from the bottle.
“But life’s a bitch. You don’t always get what you fucking want in life. You spend your childhood being told to do well at school so you can achieve good grades and if you do that, once you leave you can find yourself a decent job. Then you meet someone, you settle down, get married and have kids...and then you grow old together and die naturally, happily...and peacefully in your bed. That’d be the best way for life to go...but it never fucking happens does it?”
Shaking my head, I sniff up as I rub my nose.
“You get promised all this shit when you’re a kid and nothing fucking happens the way it was promised. You get yourself some decent grades, then you go out into the big wide world to try and find a good job and what happens? You end up fucking flipping burgers at Burger King or whatever fucking fast food Hell hole you can find. Then you meet someone who you think could be the one and that makes you feel a little better about your shitty job, so you get married and have kids only to have one day pick up and leave you for the fucking asshole who lives across the street with the nice, flashy car and the well paid job that you should have gotten because you’ve got more fucking qualifications than he has...”
I chuckle, taking another drag and a drink.
“And then you grow old and die alone because you did nothing with your life because you were nothing but a worthless sack of shit! Yeah, you get promised a lot of great things in life when you’re a kid, and then when you get to a certain age...you just realize it’s a whole load of fucking bullshit!”
Looking up into the sky, I feel light drops of rain hitting my face as the heaven’s seem to be opening.
“I’m a broken man right now, Ryder...my heads an absolute fucking mess and all I want to do is beat someone up to a bloody pulp. It just so happens that you’re going to be the one who’s going to suffer that beating. And I know what you’re going to say, you’re going to say what you always say, and most likely you’ll say it via social media. ‘Uh, that Punisher dude thinks he can beat me when he can’t even beat Katie Moismelly’, insert fifty crying out with laughter emoticons because I’m hip and down with the kids.”
As the light drizzle continues to fall, I finish off my cigarette and throw the butt to one side.
“Thing is, Ryder...you always seem to talk about the losses I’ve suffered here. Yet you negate the fact that I have ended multiple careers here...that I have injured countless others and that I could very easily do the same fucking thing to you at Nothing Else Matters! And you can bet your ass that I want to end your career, oh I want to end it so badly that I can almost taste it! To finally shut your stupid fucking mouth once and for all! But luckily for you, I’ve been asked by Cass to make sure that you’re still able to walk after I’ve defeated you. Because he wants to be the one to finish you off at Fate of the Gods...”
I down the remaining contents of the whiskey and place the empty bottle by my side.
“But if you think for one second that I’m going to go easy on you because English wants you still breathing come Fate of the Gods...then you’ve got another thing fucking coming! I’ve been waiting a really long time for this Ryder, it’s about time I showed you exactly what I am capable of doing in that ring! It’s about time I showed you WHY I’m the most decorated wrestler this company has ever fucking signed!”
Slowly, and with the aid of my parents’ headstones, I get up onto my feet, stumbling slightly due to being a little tipsy.
“Ryder, I am going to have so much fucking fun tearing you apart at Nothing Else Matters. You think you’re the bees knees, that you’re the greatest damn thing to have ever stepped into a VoW ring because of that streak and the fact you’re the longest reigning champion of any kind here. And then you constantly bring up the fact that I lose to Katie Moicelle and yet you fail to recognize what I have accomplished. And that’s going to be your downfall in the end, Ryder...you don’t realize just exactly who you’re up against at the Pay-Per-View. But once we step into that ring together on Thursday...you’ll learn soon enough...why they call me...The Punisher!”
With that, I take my leave from this place, my parents resting place and disappear off camera view.
Ryder Blade better not get ahead of himself and believe that he’s got this match won. Because if he does, he’s going to be in a for a rude awakening once I get my hands on him at Nothing Else Matters. The guy likes to talk, he likes to run his mouth and when he’s hiding behind a camera lens or a computer screen, he feels invincible and he’s not afraid.
But I can guarantee that when we step into that squared circle together, he will be fucking terrified of me. He will beg me for mercy, he will plead with me to stop the punishment that I plan to inflict upon him at Nothing Else Matters. But I won’t listen to him, I will refuse to pay attention to his pleas and I will continue my assault until I feel it’s necessary for me to stop.
Because at the end of the day...nothing else matters, but Ryder Blade’s suffering.