Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2016 20:48:07 GMT -6
We’re a day removed from Nothing Else Matters and to say I’m not feeling great is the understatement of the fucking century. Not only did I lose to Ryder Blade the other night, but I also had to witness my beautiful Queen get her face smashed to pieces by that whore I used to call a wife.
You have no idea how badly I wanted to rush down to that ring and put an end to the career of that pathetic dyke after witnessing what she did. But of course, what stopped me from doing so was the fact that I knew that once Veronica was back inside that ring that she would want to end Stacy herself.
And what kind of King would I be to my Queen if I were to take that away from her? Not a very good one, and I love her too much to want to take anything she wants away from her.
Dressed in a pair of black boots, a pair of light blue baggy denim jeans, a black ‘Black Sabbath’ T-shirt, with my black leather biker jacket in hand, I make my way into the local hospital here in Windsor where Veronica was taken after her match last night and I approach the reception desk and wait patiently until the woman has finished with her business on the computer.
She has blonde hair tied up into a ponytail and a pair of thick black rimmed glasses, looks to be in about her mid-forties. Finally, she lifts her head up to me and smiles politely at me waiting for me to begin the conversation.
“Hi there, I’m here to see Veronica Pinelli, she was brought in last night with some major facial wounds...I’m her partner...”
Turning her attention back to her computer, she begins tapping away on the keyboard for a few moments. Smiling again, she looks back up to me and nods with approval.
“She’s not long been out of surgery, you can go and see her though...she’s in room 207 just down the hall there...”
She gestures to her right and I glance over in the direction she’s pointing in before I turn my attention back to her.
“She’ll probably be resting right now, but I’m sure she’ll love to see a familiar face right about now.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
I nod in appreciation before making my way down the corridor the receptionist pointed towards, thoroughly checking the numbers on each door as I pass. Doctors, nurses and one or two patients pass me by as I continue looking out until I finally spot the number 207.
Grabbing the handle, I slowly push down and quietly enter the room, closing it softly behind me. Looking over to my beautiful sleeping angel, I make my way over to her bedside, pulling up a chair on my way and sit down beside her.
Her face, as bruised and battered as it may look, still looks beautiful to me as I take her hand in both of mine. The constant beeping of the heart monitor bouncing off my eardrums as the sight of seeing the medical tubes coming in and out of her body makes me feel a mixture of emotions.
“Everything is going to be okay V, I’m here now...”
Leaning forward slightly, I lightly move some of her long raven hair away from her face before softly stroking the side of her face with my index finger.
“You have no idea how badly I wanted to charge down to that ring and beat the holy Hell out of that witch for what she did to you. But I know that you’ll be back in that ring soon enough and you will get your revenge on her for yourself...and that was why I stopped myself from doing that...”
Looking down to the ground, I lightly scratch my beard.
“I know you pride yourself a lot on getting victories in the middle of that ring, but I just want you to know that no matter if you win or lose in there...I will always love you...”
"M-Matt..."
I jump a little bit to Veronica's voice, but a smile slowly makes it's way to my face as I see her eyes open and a small smirk on her face.
"S-Stop being a bitch and kiss me you idiot."
Chuckling, I get to my feet and lean over her, planting a long passionate kiss on her lips before re-taking my seat.
“How are you feeling?”
"I could be better, sore. The little tramp gives a good fight, I'll give her that much. Mostly...I don't know, I just feel disappointed in myself, I let that stupid bitch in my head too much the past few weeks. I could have been a lot better off and maybe have ended her if I just remembered how to be me."
V lets out a small sigh as she reaches over and grabs my hand, pulling it up to her face so I can rub it softly.
"I guess neither of us really got out of that stupid event too great, huh?"
“Honestly, as disappointed as I am about losing my match to that pathetic punk...all I care about is that you’re okay. And when you’re able to get out of this place, you’ll have two very happy beaming faces back at home to greet you...”
"If only...not only do I lose to that tramp, now she gets to manipulate my pups for a weekend. I swear if she fucks their minds with her bullshit reasonings..."
A growl comes from Veronica that honestly startles me a bit, but also really gives me more love for this woman because of how much she cares about Nick and Chels. V's anger dies down slightly as she looks over to me.
"At least I'll have you still...I'm going to need something to straighten my head out for a bit so I don't think about your ex-whore."
“Don’t worry V, I’ll always be here for you. And as for the kids, well you won’t need to worry about Stacy trying to poison their minds any time soon...they don’t want to see her.”
Veronica's eyes shoot over to me in confusion, which I guess is a good thing.
"Wait...don't want to...did you do something?"
Shaking my head, I gaze into her eyes with a smile on my face.
“No, it was one hundred percent their decision. They saw what she did to you and they got scared. They couldn’t understand why their Mommy would do such a horrid thing to their new Mommy...so they refused to leave.”
"Wow...they...they cared about my well being."
And now here come the waterworks, can't say I didn't expect to see Veronica crying hearing that, but it's also really nice to see a big smile with it.
"I mean...it was very much not planned to end up that way but...oh my God, Matt I'm so happy hearing that. I didn't think they really would choose me over her. That makes me feel so much like a real mother."
Moving over onto the bed, I once again lean into her and give her another passionate kiss.
“In my eyes you are as real a mother to them as I am as their father...”
"Matt, stop. You are going to make me blush and cry more."
V sniffles as she hugs onto me and gives her own passionate kiss.
"A Queen is supposed to be more elegant, not a whiny bitch like me. I should be pleasing my King, not crying about every fucking little thing."
“Hey, don’t be putting yourself down like that. You’re human, you have emotions and I’m glad that I get to see this side of you because it makes me feel closer to you, makes me feel like I know the real you and not just the one who is seen on TV.”
Damn is she beautiful. I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. Taking her hand between mine again, I smile.
“You have no idea how much I love you Veronica, and knowing that you are my Queen and that you adore my...no...OUR kids makes me feel like the luckiest man in the world.”
"Well...I certainly try my hardest for you Matthew. I've never been used to such kindness being given to me, I'm so used to being betrayed or thrown around like a piece of trash with people I try to be close with. It's why it was such a blessing how you and Cass gave me a real family in The Orphanage..."
Veronica blushes bright red as she hides her face a bit from me by looking away.
"And why I am so blessed to be with a man like you who truly loves me, and I truly and wholeheartedly love you Matthew. I would happily die for you if I had too, and coming from me that is something surprising for anyone to hear because of how lone wolf I have lived my life."
“You just needed to find the right person, that’s all...and you can guarantee that you’ve found him in me. I would die for you too...I would die for you and the kids if I had too. Hell, if there were ever a time where I had to pick wrestling or you, I would pick you without hesitation.”
Standing to my feet, still holding her hand in mine, I lean over her a third time and plant a kiss on her forehead.
“Now you rest up, okay? I’m going to get back to the kids...they want me to help them sort out a mini welcoming back party for you.”
"Promise you will be back soon? I...was really lonely without you."
“I promise...”
With that, I slowly begin to back away from her as we keep hold of one another’s hands before we get to the distance that forces our hands to break apart. I head over to the door whilst watching as she closes her eyes, turning her head away from me to try and get some more rest.
I quietly leave the room and make my way down the corridor leading to the hospital’s exit, ready to make the journey back to the hotel room we’re staying at.
But before I head there, I need to make a quick stop elsewhere, because I have decided on something big and I cannot wait any longer for it to happen.
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A few weeks later and Veronica is fully recovered, back by my side for a day out that we haven’t done in a while. After a lovely day at the park with the kids, it’s now time to top it all off with a romantic dinner at one of Miami’s finest restaurants.
Dressed in the same outfits we wore at what we referred to as our first “official” date, we are shown to our table by one of the waiters and we take a seat before being handed a couple of menus each.
“And what would you like to drink Madame?”
Veronica looks over the menu very closely, a confused look on her face as she looks up at me.
"Do you have any preference, babe? I can't decide."
Without even glancing at the menu, I look up to the waiter.
“We’ll take a bottle of your finest champagne thank you...in ice...”
The waiter nods with a smile.
“Certainly, Sir...”
And with that, he leaves us alone as I begin to peruse over the menu whilst listening to the calm orchestral music coming from the string quartet in the far corner of the room.
"Mmm..."
I glance up to see V nearly drooling at what she sees on the menu, her own glance coming up when she notices I'm staring at her and she lets out a shy little giggle.
"Sorry, you just...treat me way too well, babe. All these meals sound so delicious."
“Only the best for my Queen...and tonight is a very special occasion.”
"You've been saying that all night, but I can't put my finger on what the Hell you are talking about. I don't think it's any anniversary, I don't think you are twisted enough to do a celebration for my face being fucked up...but what else could it be."
Veronica glares at me a bit more, trying to stare into my eyes and take in some information, which I wisely keep a lot of my eyesight away from her so she can't read me.
"...jackass."
Smiling, V goes back to looking at her menu and lets her hand run under the table and rub against my leg.
“Doing that isn’t going to make me reveal anything to you either, by the way...”
I say without even looking up from the menu as I chuckle a little.
"Can't I just hold my guy's hand then? At least give me that."
Placing my arm onto the table, I take hold of her hand in mine and smile.
“Of course...”
Just then, the waiter returns with two champagne glasses and a bucket full of ice with a bottle of champagne resting inside of it.
“Here you are, Sir...Madame...”
Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out a small notepad along with a pen and glances over to Veronica.
“Are you ready to order, Madame?”
"Oh of course...um...I think I'll take this delicious sounding T-bone dish you have. Medium-rare."
“Certainly...”
Scribbling the order down on the pad, he then turns to me ready.
“And you, Sir?”
“Yes, I think I’ll have the same actually...”
“Of course...”
Nodding, he writes down my order as well before then collecting both of the menus from us and disappears again.
"Copycat."
Giggling again, Veronica scoots her chair a bit closer to me so she can be able to lean over as far as she can and kiss me on the cheek. I chuckle a little before I lean away from her and closer to another couple who are sitting at a table beside us.
“Excuse me Sir, would you be kind enough to watch our things for a moment whilst my lovely lady and I step outside onto the balcony for a moment?”
The middle-aged man nods as I stand to my feet, taking hold of Veronica’s hand as a perplexed look crosses her face.
“Thank you...”
The two of us then make our way towards the double doors leading out onto the balcony, not far from the string quartet. Opening one of the doors, I allow Veronica to step outside first and then I follow her, closing the door as she immediately walks up to the balcony and looks out at the view.
"You really are gonna trust complete strangers with our things? My my Matthew, this is new."
“I’ll kick his ass if he tries to steal anything...”
With her back still turned to me, she chuckles a little as I reach into the inside pocket of my suit jacket and pull out a small velvet coated box. Getting down on one knee, I open it up, not saying a word to her, simply just wanting to wait for her to turn around. I want this to be the biggest surprise she has ever received in her entire life.
"I'll join you on that, Momma doesn't just get money to let someone take it a-aaaaaaaa..."
Veronica turning around has her eyes meet mine, her speech becomes locked in shock.
"M-M-M-Matthew, what in the actual fuck are you doing?!?"
“Veronica Estelle Pinelli...will you do me the honour of making me the happiest man on the planet and becoming my wife?”
"Th-this is a joke right? You are a-a-actually doing this?!?"
Veronica tenses up as she shakily brings her hands up over her face, tears running down her face as she just looks down at me and breathes heavily.
“I know I said that I wanted to take things slow this time around, but this just feels right. I’ve never been more serious about anything in my entire life, Veronica...I love you more than life itself...I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to grow old with you and have a family that we can truly call our own on top of the little family we already have...it’s no joke...”
Right as the last words come out of my mouth, V collapses down onto her knees and bursts out into more tears, letting out a small scream as she nervously moves her hands from her mouth onto each side of my face.
"Matthew...I w-w-want nothing more than to be your wife. Yes, yes, a million times yes I'll marry you!"
Another wave of tears comes across her as she leans in and kisses me, pulling herself up to sit on my knee and wrap her legs around me as she embraces me in the biggest hug we have ever shared.
"I d-don't know if I fully deserve this honor, but Matthew I want nothing more than to be yours forever. Yes, yes, yes I'll be yours."
Smiling, I take the ring out of the box and place it onto her ring finger before we share another long passionate kiss.
“You’ve just given me the greatest early birthday present I could ever ask for...now you will officially be my Queen forever, I love you Veronica.”
"I love you Matthew, I fucking love you so much. I've never imagined giving my life to someone so amazing, so kind, so caring, and I promise I'll be the best Queen you could ever want baby."
Veronica lifts up her hand and looks at the ring, complete with a large black diamond that I knew she would love.
"It's so beautiful, Matt I'm going to pass out I can't believe this is happening. Please tell me this isn't just the best dream I've ever had. If it is please to whatever being is watching over us it doesn't end ever, please."
“It’s a dream that is also a reality, my Queen...”
Standing to my feet, I pull her up with me and we lock arms together and head back towards the doors. As soon as I open it, we’re met with applause from the other guests and some of the waiters in the restaurant who obviously witnessed my proposal to Veronica.
"Matthew, I look like such a mess."
Veronica whispers that to me as she buries her head into my chest, a bright blush and smiles growing on her face as she gingerly looks up and locks lips with me again, three little phrases coming from her each time our lips separate for a short moment.
"Veronica Robinson...Mrs. Robinson...Mrs. Veronica Robinson."
“Just rolls right off the tongue, doesn’t it?”
We both chuckle and share another kiss before we reach our table where our meals are waiting for us. Re-taking our seats, the applause dies down and everyone goes back to their meals, one or two people giving us their congratulations before we dig in too our own food.
Well, what can I say? Nothing can bring me down now. I am finally engaged to my beautiful Queen and there is nothing anyone can say or do to ruin it. I can’t think of anyone else in the world that I’d much rather spend the rest of my life with other than the woman sitting opposite me right now.
Some people may think I’ve rushed too quickly into this, and some will probably remind me of what happened when I rushed into my marriage with Stacy. But I’m older now, I’m more mature...and even though Stacy and I were together for as long as we were and even though we have two kids together, I have never felt as complete as I have done in my entire life until now.
That’s what true love is, and after so many years, I now finally have it...
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So now it’s time to get back to business. And after requesting a match against that loud mouthed, snarky bitch, Emevlas Stastias, I was granted my wish. It’s kinda funny how similar the two of us are in a way, neither of us really want to challenge for any titles because we both believe we’ve accomplished everything we need to accomplish. We’re just here for the ride and see how long it takes for us to get to it’s end.
It’s certainly going to be an interesting experience for me with this one. Not only have I never faced Mevy before, but considering how a majority of the VoW locker room is chocked full of young, new talent...this is going to be one of the first times I will be stepping into the ring with a seasoned veteran here.
Unfortunately for her, she wants to end her career in a retirement match against Stacy Jones, but instead...her career in VoW will be over before it’s even begun!
The camera flickers to life as I seem to be outside of my hotel room here in Saginaw, Michigan dressed in nothing but a pair of black tracksuit pants with a lit cigarette in between the index and middle finger of my right hand.
Looking out into the star filled darkness that is the night sky, I think for a moment at how happy I feel inside, knowing that I will soon enough be marrying my Queen. But then I snap out of it and realize that I now need to set my focus on Breakthrough as I take a drag from my cigarette.
“At Breakthrough forty-three, I’ll admit...I wasn’t in the best of moods...and that was only exacerbated by my opponent for Breakthrough forty-four, Emevlas Stastias rubbing me up the wrong way...but I’ll get to you in a short while, Mevy...”
Turning my gaze to the camera, I nod and chuckle a little.
“I decided to take matters into my own hands the other week, since management decided I wasn’t good enough to be booked and I proceeded to hijack the show, stopping all you idiots from being able to watch the Main Event.”
I turn serious now and take another drag from my cigarette, shaking my head.
“And then what happened? Owen Gonsalves...another one of your pathetic heroes decided to stick his nose into my business! Business that doesn’t concern him!”
Chuckling again, I lightly scratch my beard.
“Owen...mark my words...sooner or later, you will suffer for getting involved in something you shouldn’t have. And whether you like it or not, you’ll just end up like the people I’ve already ended the careers of...”
Walking across the balcony, I take a seat on one of the deck chairs there and resting on the small table beside it is a bottle of Stella Artois, which I take a swig of.
“Much like, what will happen to everyone’s favourite table-breaking, mouthy seasoned veteran known to the world as Emevlas Stastias...or Mevy...for short.”
Leaning back in the chair, I take another drag of my cigarette and tap it a couple of times allowing the ash to fall off the end of it.
“You know something Mevy, I don’t know if it’s because you have huge balls for a woman or if it’s because you’ve lost a large amount of brain cells due to how many times you’ve gone through a table...but I’m going to go with the latter. Do you even know exactly who you’re dealing with here?”
I take another swig of my drink, now sitting forward talking directly to the camera.
“You...like that punk Ryder...have this habit of constantly bringing up the fact that I lost to Katie Moicelle, as if that means that whoever loses to that little dyke is automatically the biggest failure in this company and will never amount to anything!”
I snort in disgust as I place the cigarette between my lips again and inhale the nicotine filled smoke into my lungs.
“I don’t NEED to prove a damn thing to ANYONE in that locker room, you understand me? I can lose every single damn match I have in this company...but it STILL won’t negate the fact that I am the best damn wrestler this company has ever signed!”
Picking up the bottle, I cross my hands over one another.
“Of course you’ve heard about me being a former five-time NWA World Heavyweight Champion, and that I am a multiple Hall of Famer and that I’ve ended career after career here! That’s the reason WHY I’m the best damn wrestler in this company...that’s the reason WHY I call myself a Wrestling God! And that’s the reason why I am referred too as the most dangerous man...in VoW!”
Finally taking a swig from the bottle, I put it back down and finish off my cigarette, stumping it out into the ashtray.
“You talk about how you were once considered the best in the world and that you accept that it’s no longer the case. You talk about how I am in the same boat, but the difference being...that I haven’t been able to come to terms with that. Well let me tell you something Mevy, if you believe now that you are no longer the best...then that just means that you’re finally admitting to yourself that you never truly were the best!”
Smirking, I slowly crack my head from left to right.
“The reason why I continue to say that I am the best, isn’t because I can’t accept that I’m no longer that. No...it’s because I KNOW that I’m the best, and I will continue to be the best until the day finally comes where I hang up my boots for the final...time.”
I stand back up to my feet and pick up the bottle of lager with me and walk back over to the balcony rails, once again looking out at the night sky.
“You asked me to tell you about my beginning in wrestling...and asked me not to lie. Well Mevy, I never ever fucking lie about anything that’s happened in my wrestling career! You say you spent a while being nothing more than a hardcore jobber at the start of your career...”
Chuckling a little, I take another drink of my lager.
“Figures. Well when I first started...back in 08...it was the World Wrestling Association...and yeah, I started off low on the card...facing other newcomers. That was until my third ever match of course, when I found myself fighting for the WWA International Championship against the current champion, Matt Starr and another newcomer, Art Vandilay. And what happened? I won it! I won the companies second most prestigious championship in just my third wrestling match EVER!”
I turn my attention to the camera with one of the most serious looks I have ever shown.
“And THAT...I can guarantee you, Mevy...is no...FUCKING...lie!”
Turning back away from the railings, I slowly make my way towards the door leading back into my hotel room.
“I bet you didn’t expect to hear that from me, Mevy...me actually succeeding in my career a lot quicker than you did in yours. But you see, that’s the reason why I refer to myself as the best...and why you have finally stopped lying to yourself and admitted that you are nowhere near it!”
Turning back to the camera one final time, I finish the contents of my drink and place the empty bottle back onto the table.
“I can guarantee two things that will happen at Breakthrough forty-four, Mevy...number one, you won’t be putting ANYONE through a fucking table...and number two, you’ll be on your back...looking up at the lights as I stand over you with my arm raised after I beat you right in the middle of that ring...one...two...three!”
Smirking one final time, I fold my arms across my chest.
“The Punisher is here...and he’s here...to punish!”
And with that, I make my way back into my hotel room to get myself a good night’s rest before I plan to do a training session at the gym tomorrow.
As confident as I am that I will walk out of the Dow Events Center with the victory, I still understand that Mevy aint gonna be no push-over and so I shouldn’t take her lightly.
As confident as I am that I will walk out of the Dow Events Center with the victory, I still understand that Mevy aint gonna be no push-over and so I shouldn’t take her lightly.
It’s time I started getting things back on track with my matches inside the ring. I’m starting to feel similarly to how Veronica feels whenever she suffers an unfortunate loss. I want to make my fellow Orphans and English proud, I want them to continue believing that they made the right choice when they asked me to join their cause.
I need to step into that ring with Mevy and show them exactly what I am capable of. I need to show the world again why they call me The Punisher!
And then once that’s out of the way, my next stop is Owen Gonsalves!